|Mountain desert refuge.|
|The beloved firepit|
|Hand roll deliciousness!|
|Bob and suchi await!|
For years, running was my primary means of stress management. I loved running so grabbing my Muzinos took no effort. A herniated disk and lately a possible torn meniscus in my left knee have kept me from running for several months. But I can still bike, and I'm very grateful for that. Biking has become a primary means of mental escape. When we leave this house and go wherever we go next (we're not exactly certain what lies ahead) we will sell a lot of stuff (another good thing since we are striving for a life less cluttered with stuff and more so with experiences) but we won't sell out bikes. They will go with us. Now on my rides, between considering which maki roll to order, I am wondering where my bikes will carry me this fall. What route will become my favorite; which will become second nature? Will I see something along my new path that provides me with as much amusement as the prairie dog colony I pass each day on my way downtown? Who will become the familiar faces who never fail to smile at me when I ride past? And the most exciting question, where will me daily rides begin and end? What will the necessities of day that I pack in my pannier? Will bus or rail be a part of my trip. It may sound odd but even writing these questions makes me giddy with excitement!
|Tulips made a recent and welcome appearance on my usual route.|