Riding through the hills and looking at the woods beyond underscores it yet one more time: Indian Summer has nothing to do with India (duh), nor with the US or Canadian Indians; or thereabouts. Indian Summer should actually be named German Fall, as over here are all...
Weather was not really permitting (less than 30°F, foggy and windy), but it was actually so miserable that another day spent inside would have had negative effects on the psyche. So, the cure was in the outdoors, in riding my bike and going for another history hunt...
