With the motorcycle freshly serviced, prepared and legal, I'm ready to ride. Won't have time for a long ride for a few more days but the siren song of fog yesterday morning had me out on the road. I underestimated the character of the fog -- denser than usual and more moisture as well which made it difficult to keep visor and eyeglasses clear. Even so, the landscape is transformed in fog and I can't pass it up. I only saw one or two other vehicles until I rode over Mt. Nittany and under bright sun and clearing skies. And like so many rides, they end at some cafe, restaurant or watering hole to consider what just happened.
The final stop was at the Pump Station Cafe in Boalsburg, Pennsylvania. I find myself here frequently since it's just down the street from my home.