September 21

The autumnal equinox. I'm in a bed-and-breakfast, a nice clean place between a gas station and a rundown liquor store in Winstead CT. The ride this morning was as good as it gets, even into a headwind. Backroads in farming country, tobacco harvested and drying in the sheds, pumpkins and corn still in the fields, the sky clear and the sun warm. Farmworkers harvesting wave as I ride by.