It's a Comfort Thing

After a busy week of travel away from home and the bike, I've been able to ride each of the last three days. And despite the high winds, it's been sweet. Tonight I rode east over to Grabill. A half mile from the feed mill here I could smell the savoriness of ground soybeans and supplement. It's a comfort thing. Comfort food. For goats.


On the other side of town, another savory treat. Comfort food. For Bill.




Happy riding!