It was a cool day and blowing, and I started out riding into it. Then back towards the lake, when it should have been with me, I road into a lake wind. The wind catches in your panniers and grabs at you and and though it was cool, and chilled me through my jersey, the cold wind is an other sort of challenge. But it is still the summer. The cold winds come later.

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