After you asked if there was any gravel on the road, I had to ride it. What a day. 70 degrees, little wind, no gravel, and no snow. Native Americans called the Chinook Winds the Snow Eater. Those warm winds on Friday melted and evaporated most of the snow in the foothills. There were bikes everywhere today. It was like spring, instead of just before the winter solstice. Back to normal tomorrow, when the high will be in the 40's. I ride to Golden often. Maybe we can hook up some day.