Ahhh Saratoga

Of all places - fortuitous luck and good fortune - I ended up in Saratoga Springs, NY for a business meeting. And, I brought my bike. And, I got to ride, not on the early morning streets of Long Island but the car-less and picturesque Catskill mountains. 2 hours later, I emerged out of the darkness on the backside of Saratoga Lake and wound my way around only to get pelted on the straightaway home by a surprise rain shower. No matter! As I peddled back into the town, I was stopped by a crossing guard letting 6-7 Thoroughbred racing horses walk over the street, back to their barn. The heat mist rolling off their textured backs was like a picture out of a magazine. Beautiful. Ok, back to reality...