Over the last couple of days’ riding:

• A pair of crows harassing a hawk.
• Two guys up in a cherry-picker using a high-pressure hose to clean pigeon shit off of the Blakes Lotaburger sign.
• A couple of old hippies with a shopping cart. Asked us where we were going. “Up in the mountains,” we told them. “Stay vertical!” the girl said with a cheerful lilt in her voice.
• Snow by the side of the road, melting.