Spring weekend

It's my first weekend back to riding. Three solid days, but not as easy miles as friends in warmer climates. It was headwinds, snow, slush, and I think a weekend high of 8C. I guess that's suitable if you're a fan of watchhing spring classics. Third day, despite tougher weather, I felt not like junk. That's good. 

Deep thoughts on the bike path. 

Wrong on many levels, at least for this guy. 

Keith's eponymous bridge. 

Besides bar mitts and layers, today's secret to success was a good whacking/poking stick to deal with ongoing ice buildup.