On Woosamonsa Road we came across several cows expressing an outsized dose of ennui.
"Is it gonna rain?" Martin asked. "They say when cows lie down."
I told him about the guy on one of my rides years ago who suggested that the cows might be recovering from whatever they did last night.
"And they're not talking, the cows," Martin added.
"Hey," I said. "What happens in the pasture stays in the pasture." By this point, Ricky, Andy, and Luis were circling at Burd, waiting for instructions. We went up Woosamonsa and all the way down Bear Tavern to Jacob's Creek, where I haven't been in years. I'd forgotten how pretty it is.
I got us back to the Pig at 11:40 with 29 miles. One rider complained about the short distance. "I'm off by a mile," I said. "Report me to the Board." Besides, we'd all ridden in; we would all have over 40 miles by the time we got home.
We went inside and stayed there almost until noon.
Jim is away this coming Sunday, so I listed this ride again. It's going to be short again because I have to be somewhere in the early afternoon. I'll get back to my typical Slug slogs the next time I lead.