What happened to Ride #3/15? It’s complicated, but took place on Oct. 3rd. I hope to tell you about it soon.
While at a checkup for one of the tiny kittens we are fostering, I asked the vet tech if he thought the kittens were old enough to go for a bike ride. It was an unusually warm day here. He said to make sure the basket was deep enough they couldn’t jump out. The basket? I hadn’t thought about bike baskets in years. I told him they’d be zipped in a small carrier, strapped to my back rack.
Since I wasn’t taking my regular rack bag, I had to make sure I had a place for everything. I traded in my regular lenses for an inexpensive lightweight pancake lens…a prime 40mm. Also had to carry all the things needed for bottle-fed kittens who aren’t quite three weeks old.
The ride began from home and was on some roads I’ve traveled before and others I’ve never been on. My friends slept most of the way. I had not been able to ride for two weeks and I could tell it on every hill.
You may remember my ride that abruptly ended when I came to a stream with no bridge. Today, when I got to the turning point, I went in the other direction. I hadn’t printed off an extensive map and soon realized I was on a road that looked familiar. I checked my phone and saw I was near McNeely Lake Park, where I’d ridden twice before this year. I had to watch my time so I would arrive back home before our caretaker was due to get off, so I turned around and headed back the same way I’d come.
I stopped to have a look at Cedar Creek…there are a lot of places around here named after it. Those places are more impressive than the creek itself.
We, also, stopped at the entrance to the Cedar Creek Wastewater Treatment plant, so I could feed “the kids” and give them a break from their carrier.
Every warm and dry day from now to spring is a real gift, so glad Jim was taken care of and I had a chance to ride. The ride was 9.1 miles.