64F, wind in the pines, burgers on the grill, Karl, Bob and I enjoying the evening.

Hard to believe that this time Thursday, it was 92F with a hot wind that felt like a blast from an oven – Karl and I did that evening’s walk at a snail’s pace…pausing in the shade nearly every 50 feet. Friday night we “trotted” around in 1/3 the time.

It will be a working weekend, making up for this week’s shortfall…some of the shortfall the Friday run for new tires. But the day was so glorious in its freedom, coolness and preparation for adventure – a working weekend is a small price to pay.

Friday evening.