Dog Days

These are the dog days of summer. Out on the road,
the sepia quality of the sunlight filtered through
construction dust and stratus clouds only serves to
emphasize the dry heat of the breeze. The air has
been leached of all moisture, and your body is coated
with a thin layer of salt.

Pedaling down some dusty local highway in this weather
is not the worst thing I have ever done, but neither
is it anywhere near the best I have done on this trip.

There is something about the afternoon in august. The
perfect time to rest, to take a siesta. Yet somehow
we always end up on the least pleasant roads at that
time of day. The mornings are all cool damp back
roads and lake views. The afternoons are filled with
the dry heat and urbanized areas that are becoming
more frequent as we near chicago.

Clair and I have made it to Muskegon, Mi, and I am
using the internet to wrap up some school affairs (the
semester is appallingly close). We are both feeling
good and looking forward to our return. The days
ahead look less dificult now, though we are both
getting tired.

I'd write more, but I'm not sure anyone is reading,
and I'll just end up editing it when I get home
anyway.

Patrick