It didn't look promising. Precipitation fell continuously Friday, blanketing every unpaved plot in Fort Collins in fluffy white snow. A 6am "slip test" made us feel better about it, the icy bridges did not The route itself, like its ancestor the "Armageddon Amble", eschews pleasantries in service of its goal of finding old military installations. Unfortunately this presents less as sight seeing, and more a tour of Eastern Colorado's most debris strewn highways. By the southernmost point, things had turned around. We picked up the pace, aided by a light tailwind for the return north along more familiar, and much quieter, roads. By the time we arrived back in Fort Collins only puddles remained, and the prairie dogs were eagerly gobbling the green spring grass.

I like night riding. The lack of visual stimulus allows other senses to come through. The whirling of the pedals and chain, cold air against the skin, and somehow the dark smells different. But more than any of those things, a night ride means that the season for night riding has arrived.

Rain in the forecast, and the need to get packed. One quick loop up to Suzette, down to Malaucène, past the abbey, around Le Barroux, through Caromb and back to Carpentras. This ride put me over 200,000ft of elevation for the year. Took a moment at the ruined, though not actually very old, aqueduct.

“Make a plan and stick to it” is good advice if the plan is “have a good time”. Les Dentelles are a little slice of gravel heaven. Steep, sometimes smooth, sometimes chunky, usually flowy, often fast. My route for the morning was a typical Suzette loop, but, “the plan” necessitated this dirt detour.