Howling at the Moon



Let this thing slip for awhile (Wow almost a month) and the crickets started chirping there for a few weeks.



It looks like the weather here in the Shenandoah Valley may start getting a little nicer in the next few weeks. DST changes March 9th and MR. Russell, Joe, and myself will be hitting the trails in Camp Hilbert the same day. I am looking forward to see what five hours on the bike will feel like after a winter of short rides and general slothfulness.



Did anyone else out there feel like howling at the moon last Wednesday night during the lunar eclipse? I did a spooky night ride over in C'ville at Walnut Creek and felt like getting the howl on every time I looked up and saw that Cheddar cheese colored moon.