How better to describe it, a black, obsessive mood, dwelling on this and that, bric-a-brac. The Sogn with its enormous 2.0 Contis felt like I was pulling a stone, maybe even a cement block or three. Ugh! Simply, ugh!
I eventually rolled towards Caperton Swamp where I saw a Downy Woodpecker working on some hanging branches. The swamp is drying up, so no good waterfowl, but the sun shone brightly and the recent rains made for an energetic getaway for our feathered friends in Fall.
As soon as I came home, I traded out the Contis for the Soma Xpress 35s. They're not as bomb-proof, but they're also not as bomb-proof.
A little Vitamin D helps.