Full dress rehearsal, into the mist

To Upper Pierce Reservoir, 19 km. Good Friday. As Someone once hung on the cross, pierced for mankind, I ride to the reservoir after the rain. The mist shrouds the road between the trees, even swirling about as cars pass. In place of my slicks and clipless pedals, I have my semi-slicks and power grips. It's heavy going up and down the hills compared to my previous bike setup, but this setup is supposed to be safer as I test my bicycle for my expedition tomorrow.