15th
Just woke up
On the road, talking to another composer about bike speed. There was a map with Brum and Bham on it. One was a few miles back, one was a long ways forward. The road forward was the one in discussion, and basically all that had to be done was to “put my back in it”. Finding the gears took a while but eventually speed picked up. As the road round over some hills, a lake or large river revealed itself covering the bridge at the bottom. I used the speed of the downhill run in an effort to cover as much distance as I could before getting water braked. I flung the bike against the rocky shore and used the fingerholds in the rock to pull myself and the bike up, and started to climb. It looked like more road might be over and around the bend, but I couldn’t tell if it led back to the road I was on before the flooded pass.
