My ride is lighter, not packing 6-8 lbs of fluids, 3lbs is enough, with a refill somewhere along the way if necessary.
I'll hear somebody target shooting at times. Soon I'll hear squirrel hunters, then deer hunters firing their guns. I won't stop riding out here with that additional risk, I hope they use wisdom and know where not to point those fire sticks.
This is perfect riding weather, heat and humidity suck the energy out of you, it limits your effort. No matter how tough of a rider you are, heat and humidity will always win if you push it. Cool dry weather gives that lost energy back. Time to ride.
Farmers are out picking corn. We wave at each other, something about we are the only ones out here gives us a bond with each other.
Finger tips and arms are the first to notice it's getting colder. Legs are slower to notice the drop in temperatures. But soon feet and legs will also need special attention to stay warm.
Every season has it's own special attributes. Fall has more then the others, I thinks.
Time for something called sleep, zzzzzzzzzzzz.