…slowly, and with difficulty. Hard frost at sunrise. Powerful wind; from the south, but still cold. High clouds overpowering the sun’s attempt at warmup. But by 5 p.m. clouds gone, wind softer and warmer, and spring peepers out peeping.

Just about right for a tootle around town.

The little blob is the start point, and the finish point. Twelve point seven kilometers, all told.