To Baker often favor best for me.
up at 4:30, leathers on and snicking my bike into first by 5:30 ... brisk but fresh morning air ... sparse clouds just over the east horizon glowing fire, the jagged peaks of Goldenears beneath them backlit boldly by a still hidden sun ... three headlights heading toward White Rock on 99, three thousand moving toward Vancouver just before six ... a pre-autumn layer of opaque mists sifting low in valley dales (riding season is waning!) ... Mt. Cheam and Lady Peak clawing up toward the heavens over the Abby corn fields ... the thick scent of liquified cow shit being sprayed on the corn crops ...
Oh - wait a minute - that last one doesn't qute fit!
note to self: NEVER again try sportriding in the early morning moutains without at least one solid shot of caffein in my veins!