…And you don’t go any faster. ~ The British Hubby

It’s been a few days since I posted last. I was feeling a bit under the weather over the weekend. Not to fear, my old lady digestion is back in working order just in time for a Ulysses adventure. This morning we headed East over the mountains with 700 pounds of motorcycle and 42 horse power (we were in the slow lane a good chunk of the time). Our journey had rain. It had sunshine. It had hairpin curves along a raging river.  We hit 4600 feet elevation. Our teeth chattered as we spotted pockets of snow and thought our fingers might have frost bite (or at least that’s what they felt like). Thank goodness I packed my thermos of tea and Jaws mug.