A person could be forgiven for taking one look at the featured picture and thinking something like this: “That doesn’t look like Fourth of July Weather to me.” But this post isn’t about that person, it’s about ME, and to ME it feels like a hot summer day.
MY town has emerged from the Polar Vortex. Yes, it is only 39-degrees (F) today [4-Degrees C.] but that’s about 60-degrees warmer than it was two days ago. Can you blame me for my little “4th of July” exaggeration?
I headed out on my mountain bike at about 11:00 a.m., excited to show everybody that Minnesota winters include other weather phenomena besides cold and snow. Like today for instance. Temperatures above freezing, an early February thaw, fog, 100% humidity mixed with misty rain–what more could I ask for?
But really, this ride was ALL about the hot weather. With only one layer of warm clothing and my rain gear, I took my longest ride of 2019 so far–about two hours. I still haven’t invested in a bike computer so I can’t tell you the exact mileage, but my estimate, based on stops for a few pictures and a slower rate on knobby tires, would be about 18 miles. It was glorious.
One nice thing about a few inches of snow on the ground is that I can stand my bike upright for a picture without leaning it against something. Now THAT is cool.
I kept riding. I almost broke a sweat too. My bicycle tires were spraying a lot of water and slush on my rain pants and rain jacket. I took strange pride in the big wet stripe that I knew was gathering on the middle of my back. On a speedy downhill run, my front tire was shooting rainwater up onto my face and lips. I could taste the road salt MY town uses to melt ice on the city streets. I didn’t mind it one bit. Salt is my favorite seasoning.
My own church–The Church of the Great Outdoors–was still in service. In fact, I think I worshipped almost twice as long at my church than they did at their church. And I think I did a better job of observing “The Golden Rule” this morning. You know, “do unto others as they would do unto you.” When their cars streamed onto the streets, which were narrower due to the snow, I frequently pulled over into the slush to allow them to pass. They did not offer the same courtesy.
Down to the Mississippi River I rode.
I had a fun ride today despite the heat and humidity. I would have liked to continue on for another couple of hours, but my ears were getting cold and the Super Bowl was coming up. Well, the Super Bowl was still four hours away, but I already missed an hour of the five-hour Pregame Show.