Shiloh

1279.2; 928.9; 31.9

Wasn't sure where I was going when I left this morning--in fact, not sure where the hell I'm going still--but ended up going out to Forestville and then across River Rd., intending to get to 15 miles then turn around, but then not wanting to go back up the Mirabel Rd. hill, so continued on across River Rd. to Eastside to Mark West Sta, and on out past the aiport to Shiloh before returning on Old Redwood Hwy and Fulton Rd.

Really trying to shake this feeling of impending doom (as if it wasn't already occurring, what with the state of the state, country, and world...); trying to put some positive thought-power behind it, we WILL WILL WILL ride this out, but there's precious little security at the moment. Well, we're good through December I guess. I will continue to try to harness energy in a good direction (I heard that this works; it's a secret; only a few million people know about it).

About ten miles out, I stopped to take a drink from my hydration pack and realized it was empty. It holds 70 oz., so I don't always top it off for every ride, and today I didn't really expect to go as far as I did. Shades of a similar ride 6 or 7 years ago, also out by the airport, where I ended up getting hot water from a farm. This time, I got to a quikee mart and bought a large bottle of water and poured it in, and that served. REMEMBER TO HYDRATE, FOLKS! It's more important than you think.