To say that I wanted to go back to Death Valley after viewing Old Grumbleface’s recent posts would be a gigantic understatement. If we weren’t living in the time of Covid, I might have booked a flight to Las Vegas, like, YESTERDAY.
To say that I wish I had as big of a beard and as grumbly of a face as Old Grumbleface would also be a pretty big understatement. As you can see by the scraggly fuzz on my boyish cheeks, by the lack of conviction in my best grumbly face and by the fact that I’m not in Death Valley right now, I cannot match my idol in any way.
Some say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I say parody is the sincerest form of flattery. Therefore, I present this description of today’s bike ride.
I know from three different visits that California’s Death Valley is one of the most awesome places on earth. However, today’s alternative, Minnesota’s Barely Alive Valley is pretty awesome too. In fact, I would venture to say that Barely Alive Valley has everything to offer that Death Valley has. The proof is in the pictures.
There are a few icy patches on the gravel roads but they’re easy to avoid. Most of the snow is gone too. It’s a warmer day than yesterday, but still only in the upper 30’s (F). I didn’t have to wear too much warmer clothing in Barely Alive Valley than I saw Old Grumbleface and Ace Support Crew wearing in Death Valley.
I even saw fighter jets doing their maneuvers on my ride. It was an enormous thrill.
I can understand her feelings in the matter. I tend to disregard my facemask when I’m distanced from others for quite a while.
That reminds me of one difference between Death Valley and Barely Alive Valley. I didn’t see one other bicycle rider, yet my cycling hero saw several of them. What’s up with that?