(Clem, 41 mi.) Rode with Bob on the bike path to Lolo, explored neighborhoods between U.S. 93 and the river, then I continued south to Florence on the old 93 and back along the bike path. Blue skies, puffy clouds and mild breezes. It's almost as if the virus had disappeared--except I was brought back to reality at the convenience store in Florence when I realized I had no mask, so I improvised holding my head scarf over my moth and nose.
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