It’s a short ride for some but not for us.
We leave with the wind in our faces.
We return with the wind in our faces.
The math of these two statements cannot be denied; we pack the headwinds of two rides into one.
(We need to get better at packing, more selective. We gather all the winds of this ride together and consider each element separately: Does this gust bring us joy? It does not. Do we wish to harbor this breeze for future use? We do not. Do we marvel how a butterfly on the other side of the world, so recently a vulnerable caterpillar, could bring us to a crawl this side of Edelstein? Not even for a second. So how do we tidy up this ride Ms. Kondo?)
Yes, we stopped for breakfast in Princeville. That was our refuge, our goal. Breakfast is always our goal on this ride.
But the sign ahead is surely a sign of more significance than the county engineer intended. (And it gives us pause, as intended.)
We keep riding.