I am working on a new challenge where Zach will give me a smiley face sticker if I ride at least 6 miles in a day. After 20 smileys, he’ll take me out to eat! So, on Saturday I got up before the boys (at 8:30) and got on my bike to go for a ride by myself. Under normal circumstances, I would have waited for him, but his ankle is twisted and I knew he wouldn’t be up for towing the Boogedy in a trailer.
I rode good and hard on the outward 3.5 mile leg of the journey. When I reached my destination and found this gorgeous yellow tree, I decided to photograph the pretty stuff all the way home.
There was a pink tree:
And this nifty rusty bridge that made the best clunkety noise when I rode across.
Here I am stopped on the bridge:
I think this might be a beaver dam:
Here are at least three varieties of grasses, all contraindicated for inhalation up my dog’s nose:
I want you to know that I faced my fears and stepped out upon this grate-topped walkway over the river for blog’s sake. I am showing you my dorky riding pants and socks because I have no shame.
The view from there was grand and it was LOUD.
Another pink tree:
Some Russian olive trees and thistle with some blue wildflowers. Those Russian olives are the bane of my mom’s existence.
A spot of deep shade, at least 5 degrees cooler in here.
I went home and ate sauteed tilapia and green salad and a strawberry kefir smoothie. I lovely start to the day. You can believe that I took a long nap that afternoon.