|Ice on the lake|
Last Friday the temperature soared into the 50's. I wheeled my bike off our porch and decided to ride to the YMCA for my regular swim routine. But as I pedaled, the warm fresh air, the dry pavement, and the lure of Lake Champlain overrode any possibility of going inside. I needed to be next to a vast space again—the lake always fills that void—even if it was still a mass of ice. Also, winter in Vermont is fickle and I know when to take advantage of a beautiful day.
Still testing my leg, the 4 miles seemed okay and the granny gear eased the strenuous journey from lake level back to my home. And most especially, the warmth and sunshine did wonders for my soul.