Miles. Yes. 100 miles. That’s a century according to most cyclists and it’s a distance that you cover when you have nothing better to do. Well – sorta. Today wasn’t 100 miles – but a nice 39 up the foothills and back again. The weather was warmer and nice – and few cars were out. The smoke in the distance looks as if someone is using mesquite to warm the house. HA.

I stopped on the way home to capture some nice photos — to share the moment.  Life moves on, so enjoy it.