To Victoria Lane over the mid-day to help out a bit with three sick kids—croup and stuff like that. Ribs went on the Big Green Egg about 8 a.m., before the trip to Oconomowoc, but looked to be perfect when we got home at 3:30 (the grill was set as low as it will go). Definitely not burnt, so looking forward to the taste test.

The late afternoon turned out to be almost too perfect—sunny, warm, and calm. Sometimes on our ride/run to the prairie Pax and I encounter no one. Today it was three joggers, three bicyclists, two hound dogs, a couple strolling hand-in-hand, and a wee little lady moving slow. We actually had to detour around her twice, both coming and going. There is a lot to be said for foul weather.