What an ugly day for a ride. Still, with the first full-fingered gloves ride of the season under my belt today, I was glad I went. It was a bit chilly, but more than anything it was ugly. It was gray. It was was dark. It was dank. It looked like it would rain any second. Yet somehow today I was OK with being out there in it riding.

I saw a doe and a fawn walk across 116th and just stop on the road holding up traffic while they took a good look, then just walked across and into the woods.

The annual sad sign I saw though?

The bubbler at Greenfield Park's golf course where I ride up the hill to the clubhouse is gone. It is an annual thing too. They take the bubbler off the pipe and all that is left to mark the spot for the winter is a a snow flag attached to the pipe coming out of the ground. Sad. Winter is indeed upon us again.