20.4.17 I'm marching along

I've got confidence.

I'm cooler than a pack of peppermints

Hmm... what photo matches that?

These sheep aren't exactly marching... they were running away from the camera... after staring nosily at me.

Playing king of the castle here...these two are certainly cool! So was the wind, but as I was cycling around hillsides, I was often sheltered. Another collection of blue sky and green hill photos...

Perfect cycling roads... the people you meet are standing in the middle of the road. There are maybe 3 cars an hour. I was worried about dogs, but although I have heard a few, they have all been hard at work. So what does a cyclist think about as she pedals along, singing silly songs? Well I wonder if broadificum is bad for hedgehogs, because I have seen (and smelt)a few squashed on the road. Then one marched across the road in front of me, and I supposed it must be ill to be out in the daylight. Is the broadificum for rabbits? Or possums? Then there is trying to find the perfect photo for each line of the song... does a woodpile count as a match for "cooler than a pack of peppermints"? It must get pretty cool around here,judging by the woodpiles. Or maybe they are just clearing up fallen trees after cyclones Debbi and Cook? All cyclists, even those not singing silly songs, spend alot of time thinking about food. So its been 14 km of a 43 km ride... is it too soon to stop for a snack? Remembering that you have already stopped 27 times to check the map, to take photos, talk to the farmer, take a layer off, check the map again... Sign post to Norwegian Church... a perfect place for a snack break...

The weather started fooling around with me here... sunny...cloudy...sunny... cloudy... maybe it was the snacks

Just joking... apple, banana and a whole bag of chips... So now I might have to admit that the weather hasn't been all sunny. Photos in one direction will have blue sky... the other direction is often ominous. So as I cycled off into ominous I put the camera away out of the rain, sleet, blizzard. Another cabin tonight. Not cheap. But with saturated cycle mits, icicles dripping off my nose and numb toes, a little luxury seemed in order.