I had a few plans locked and loaded for my “Friday of Solitude” while Wifey and B are in Pennsylvania:
- Ride some North Country Trail.
- Do the 35+ mile course of the 2012(?) Barry-Roubaix that started from Gun Lake.
- Ride some sandy snow mobile trails up north on the Fatterson.
Not one of those things happened. I ended up on the trails surrounding MMCC again for 15 to 16 miles of autumn leaf surfing. Obviously this was NOT one of my plans for the day, but when I rolled out of bed, it seems I rolled out on the wrong side and stepped in a huge, steaming pile of funk. And not the good, badass kind. So, it was sort of a miracle that I got out at all.