Today rekindled a memory of the last 7 miles of the 35.1 mile Rachel Carson Challenge a few years back. The last person in my group just dropped out at the final checkpoint and I was headed up the huge hill along Route 28 all alone, dusk quickly approaching. At the crest of the hill
YES A HORSE. We talked about the nice weather and she then said “do you want to race?” I was laughing pretty hard looking at all the cars at the intersection wishing I had a camera to see the lady on the bike next to the lady on the horse.