The gravel century turned into another metric. The rest of my family is sick so and I didn't start as early as I wanted to so I turned around at Woodward and came home 67 miles. I managed to keep the bike clean until I was 1 mile from home and went through a large mud hole. It wouldn't be a bike ride if something wasn't covered in mud at the end.
The Corner Of Wendover, Wendover and Bittersweet.