R.I.P.

Had a little ride this weekend, no photos to show for it, I don't think. I was focused on 1) not dying on a mountain in Marin, 2) not slipping on hairpin turns on wet roads with uneven pavement and crosswinds so as to effectuate 1), and 3) getting up a hill that never ever ended without a) puking or b) throwing my bike over the cliff.
The ride was gorgeous, difficult, and accompanied by some good folks. Th rain/mist/fog was thick and made seeing difficult, so I shoved my sunglasses into my jersey pocket. A little later, grabbed them to put them back on, then the fog soup came back so I shoved them away again. When we got to a reservoir in a valley that was protected from the ocean trying to condense itself and travel eastward, the sun was out and I reached for them again. Gone. They must have fallen out as I was focusing on 1) and 2), above.

My sister never buys sunglasses over $10. Not me. I go all the way. There are several reasons for this. I tend to keep them for years and years. My grandmother and her sisters have all had macular degeneration and protecting the eyes helps slow/avoid that. I don't want to go blind. I spend a lot of time outside. And finally, they look good.
But alas.
They are squished on the side of the road somewhere in Marin.

Good learning experiences out there, but . . . well, it might be a while before I try that one again. Especially during what most of us think of as "summer."