Hello again one and all. Warmer temperatures have arrived and that ain’t necessarily a GOOD thing. Sure it feels better than frostbitten cheeks, but according to Channel 9’s morning weather personality, Keith Marler, our snow levels have gone down 17-inches in the last five days. He says flooding is imminent.
I certainly don’t want to see anybody get flooded out of their home or anything like that, and neither does Doris, but we both feel like a flood might provide an exciting and adventurous cycling opportunity. We started by riding down to the godfather of all rivers, the Mighty Mississippi. That awesome river was running noticeably high, but not so high that it was overflowing its banks yet. Therefore, we didn’t take any pictures of it. After all, that sue-happy Gregblood has already posted a nauseating number of Mississippi River pictures over the years. No need to add to the misery.
The Vermillion River, on the other hand, did have some redeeming flood qualities. Further upstream from the Vermillion River Falls, which were featured on C.L.C. Ride #4, we rode the bike trail that runs alongside that river. It was closed in a few places. We took a few pictures.
Our Canon Cartoon Powershot MXII not only takes great pictures, but it also takes excellent videos too. Like this one of G-2 boldly riding through a slushy spring thaw.
Next it was time to consider where to go for our official CLC purchase. I wanted to go to Duff’s Meats to buy a big old chunk of red meat, but Doris had other ideas. “Man does not live on meat alone,” she admonished. “The other day I ate your Philly Cheese Steak. Tonight I’m going to make dinner: A steamed vegetable medley and a vegetarian salad.”
“Isn’t ‘vegetarian salad’ a redundancy?” I wondered.
Would you like to hear the story about how we were enticed into buying those classic microgreens? No? Great! Here it is. Just inside the door, there was a young representative from the local farm that raises and packages the greens. He asked if we wanted to sample some of the product. It tasted like grass to me, only a little better. Doris loved it. End of story.
ALMOST the end of the story.
Fortunately, I got to see Scott’s most recent post before I published this. He called me a “dastardly identity thief” and accused me of a sneak attack over which one of us can finish the Cycle Life Challenge first. He’s sounding a lot like that evil alter-ego of mine. Are they in cohoots with each other?
“Scott, you may not be HOPELESSLY behind, but you’re still behind,” I chortled once again.