Bikes abound as sun comes out.

Linda and looked about in dismay. Not a single cyclist in site at the boat launch when we arrived.

But then Chris pledaled up saying he'd seen Doug heading for Hell's Gate. By one the four of us were ready to start. Chris and I had done Lewiston Loop three weeks in a row. I suggested Evans, Clemins, Asotin Creek which has mild climbs and 30 miles. Chris wanted to add on the Rose Garden.

Linda said she'd meet us going up Evans.

Doug took the lead up separator grade. Never let Doug lead. He has no judgment. Chris hung back. By the time I got to the top I was blowing. On the flat Chris took the lead. We were working hard the entire way. We did make a potty stop at Roosters, but no Linda.

Chris took off on highway 12 and I dropped back to ride with Doug he promptlly went around me and headed off to catch Chris. What the heck, I thought and dropped in behind to draft.

But again no Linda at Evans road. By the time we hit Clemens we had given up finding her. Surely we would have caught her by now.

It wasn't until just before the Y on Asotin Creek that we saw her yellow jacket ahead of us. Wither her was Bill. He'd missed our start watching a playoff game. At the Y Linda insisted she had too ridden up Evans. Shle headed hojme, while the guys went on to the end of the pavement, this time with Bill setting the pace.

The sun made the 45 degree temps seem warmer though on Asotin Creek in the late afternoon, we found ourselves often in chilling shade. Still Chris and I had taken off our jackets and kept them off. Doug refuses to remove anything even when he is too warm. His balaclava stayed on all day.

The beautiful day appears to have been all across the state. Gene Bisbe who writes Bicylcing Bis posted this blog with a picture of Lake Washington in the background.

For the ride of it.