It’s possible I MIGHT have shown a picture of the field shown above, but if I did, it wasn’t in the state it is now. Just a couple days ago it was a field of tall prairie grasses, prairie weeds, and prairie bushes. Now it’s a field of ashes and charred sticks.
Obviously it was a controlled burn and I’m sure there was a legitimate scientific purpose behind it. My non-scientific mind doesn’t understand that kind of stuff, but I do know that when a forest burns it provides for a bigger, better, and stronger forest. Maybe that’s true for prairies too.
All I know is that I might not have even noticed the burned field had it not been for the SMELL. No doubt, the fire had been set sometime in the last 24 hours, because it still reeked of something like blackened thistles, cigarette butts, and possibly animal hair. I really hope gophers and other rodents were able to escape the inferno, but I know that is probably an unrealistic hope.
Hi. My name is Greg and I ride my bike a lot. That is to say, I ride my bike almost every day. I go on long rides and short rides. Sunny rides, cloudy rides, and rainy rides. I like commuting, errand-running, day-tripping, overnighting, and touring on my bike. I ride on city streets, highways, gravel, single track, and snow with equal enthusiasm. Sometimes I ride fast and sometimes I ride slow. I try to keep my feet on the pedals at stop lights and I do not dismount when I hop up on a curb. I have a roadie bike, a mountain bike and a touring bike. I try to accept any challenge a bike ride can throw at me without complaint. But I don't like bugs.