Last Saturday was a beautiful spring day. To me it felt downright hot as I pedaled my bike around the Cumberland Plateau.
A lingering winter has delayed my body acclimating to warmer weather. Thankfully I got to sit in an air conditioned cubicle all day on Monday, and THANKFULLY the high was only in the 30s on Tuesday. The heavy wet snow was a nice touch.
The redbuds had just popped on Saturday. They were sometimes hard to spot, and the expected splash of color just wasn't there. By Tuesday there was a lot of purplish-pink splatters across the landscape, along with a hearty green tinge.
It was a brief return of winter. 2014 is kind of a winter zombie, undead and stalking our collective sanity, hangry for our brains. Hopefully the decapitating relative warmth of the latter part of the week will end this horror/drama/comedy b-movie of seasons and we can just get on with the summer blockbusters.
I had a nice ride with my librarian yesterday eve' and I applied some highly technical gear to Tharp Ridge Road (the infamous "Water Church Hill") and determined its crux grade is nearly 17%. I replicated the Star Trek-ish technology to Steamshovel Hill on the way home only to be shocked at its mere 16.6% grade. Scandalous!
Of course you know what this means...this will be the summer of grade inventories...assuming it ever becomes summer. This might just turn into Cycling Season Z.
|Early morning in Stanton|
|Later on Tuesday near the state Capitol|