I spent my morning gallivanting about the countryside. At one point my journey had an actual destination but I got sidetracked along the way.
I found a sandy trail to bike on, which then turned into a weird form of downhill cyclocross through the woods. Once my bike and I made it safely down the hill, we came across a trail of ice. Nice.
It was great to be out in the backwoods of my county, exploring to my heart’s content. There were whitetail deer calmly grazing, American kestrels looking for prey and turkey vultures feasting on some dead animal. Racing down twisting country lanes, with no idea what will be around the next corner, that is where it’s at. (I use the term “racing” very loosely, of course.)
39 miles of fun.
And just as I got back into town, sleet/snow started to fall. What can I say? I have good timing!
After my ride I was out walking my dogs and it struck me how much my definition of “fun” has expanded.
Fun used to mean watching a movie, reading a book, cooking food and hanging out with my friends and family. Those things are still fun.
But now fun also includes spending hours on the saddle in below freezing temperatures.