In spite of my plan to create a video of this overnighter, perfect conditions swept me into the present moment. One moment flowed into the next, and I could barely manage a few images. Because it is prime overnighter season, I give you only a series of moments.

This is the time of year I truly value my part time work schedule. These are the kind of days that make it seem like 40+ years of working full time finally paid off.

I didn't win a race, claim any KOMs, or set any new PRs. I have no impressive ride stats for distance, speed, or elevation gain. I didn't even brave any epic weather conditions. Today's ride included only one accomplishment.

I am going to keep on saying this...

Was it the bumpy road? Was it the sun in my eyes? Or was it simply senior citizen confusion? Somehow the ride I planned today got off track.

The first truly brisk air arrived in northwest Denton County, Texas in a raging a fury on October 29. This morning (10/30) was clear, 40F crisp, and only had the mildest breeze.  It was so delightful that I was determined to slow roll through the grasslands and brew coffee over a Firebox stove twig fire.

Planning began before our new bikes were shipped. We knew we'd meet up between Salt Lake City and Sanger, Texas to ride our Ponderosas together.

A few images of classic Texas hill country. A reminder to myself to return before spring. 

I'm calling October 16 the first day I can point to signs of fall arriving in north Texas. Warm temperatures persist, but the shift in the vegetation is making golden hour...even more.

Two weeks from today Bryan and I will begin our climb into the mountains west of Sante Fe, NM.

In Texas, we sort of dress up in Autumn costumes and make believe it is cool outside. It's our cheery, neighborly way to let weather know we are prepared and ready. Ready, festively sweating, and waiting for November.