Yesterday Hopkins decided to take his Start picture by a pile of next year’s dry firewood supply. It’s not a glamour shot, just part of life in the country. I’ve got some stacking to do!
The ride was shrouded in fog on the way to work. Visibility was alright for riding, so off we went with lights flashing pedaling into the mist. I love the way the fog brings a silence to the valley. Grazing horses don’t seem to mind if it’s foggy or not as long as their muzzles can find green grass to munch.
We passed by lots of rust, countless stumps, but no murals, no LFLs, or much of anything else on the challenge. I’d left the house later than planned, so didn’t take time to physically stop for any photos. Anything from this ride to work was going to be taken on the fly. Hopkins likes it when I don’t apply the brakes.
Did see this cool treehouse along the way. It looks like it would be a nifty place to hang out on a summer’s eve. As a kid, I used to build forts in the yard with sheets and miscellaneous plywood, and for years I enjoyed a playhouse my dad built me on a tall pool platform we used for diving (of course, then we dove off the top of the playhouse too), but I think this kid’s treefort is really cool too.
Hopkins was only mildly upset when I stopped on the pedestrian bridge to take a picture of him with the river rushing by below. Problem was, we couldn’t see the river because of the fog. He didn’t see the point of this photo…I guess he was right.
But we made it to work on time, where Hopkins had fun playing in the office with the other cast of characters. He gave free rides and waited for me to take him home again. (If only Kermit and Verne could’ve joined the festivities. That would’ve been a crazy wild party.)
By evening, the fog was long gone and blue skies had made a pleasant appearance. It sure was a great evening to ride home. Now I had to beat the setting sun. Once again, I didn’t stop much but I captured some empty stall doors covered in rust at the racetrack and that tall steel cell phone tower in the background is looking rusty too.
And we spotted several miniature volcanoes in the bike trail pavement that were jutting up about 6 inches. I hope they don’t erupt with hot magma or I’ll have to alter my route to work.
The sun continued to sink, but it was such a glorious evening, neither Hopkins nor I wanted the ride to finish. Can you see why? Look at that evening glow.
The shadows grew longer and we pedaled faster to get home before dark.
No big suspense to this narrative, we made it home with 10 minutes to spare before darkness and a fresh batch of fog cloaked the valley overnight.
The official Finish photo, but not in the racehorse sense…
This concludes our submissions for our February challenge theme of Start/Finish pics (and a few copy cat theme pics added in for fun). We hope the judges approve, so we’re allowed to go to the next level – March Musical Madness!
Today’s ride: 19.77 miles round trip – start temp 33.2° F; end temp 62.7° F