The weather was much more ride friendly today, so I took a ride up to Plymouth to pick up the gloves I forgot there last week. This is one of my typical spring rides. It follows the Winnepausaukee river from Tilton almost all the way up to Plymouth, on mostly back roads. Unfortunately, the back roads in NH have potholes in them that rival foxholes from WWI. They are deep. I got my gloves and headed back, and whem I am about 5 miles away from home, I see a furry black thing running towards me as I ride past. I thought it was a dog so I started to sprint, but as it got a lot closer, I heard it bleet. Or baahh, whatever it is that goats do. So, I stopped because the goat was in the middle of the road. I had no idea where it lived (there were several houses that it could have belonged to) So I brought it out of the road and made sure it was safe.
Fun in NH
He made it home safe.
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