Coming up Roses
Ah, I love Spring. Wildflowers are so lovely, and I wonder how many folks just zoom right on passed them without noticing?
That was hard to do on the Rosedale Ride on Saturday. The route was down a lot of county roads northeast of Austin (probably most of them in Williamson county). I saw lots of quaint farm houses (and many that are far from quaint), two beautiful churches, farmers mending fences, calves weaning to a bottle, a boy shooting his cap gun at cyclists, and two sweet-faced girls in their gravel driveway giddily waving at passing bikes.
It's easy to forget how close by farm land is to Austin. Ah, the sweet smell of manure on a cool, damp morning...
The ride was great. I never struggled. I enjoyed pretty much all 63.1 miles. I think there were two times I complained, and those were because I was hungry. Perhaps I'll give a more detailed report later, but for now I'll leave you with a picture of me and Sarah at the end of the ride.
Me:
Sarah:
That was hard to do on the Rosedale Ride on Saturday. The route was down a lot of county roads northeast of Austin (probably most of them in Williamson county). I saw lots of quaint farm houses (and many that are far from quaint), two beautiful churches, farmers mending fences, calves weaning to a bottle, a boy shooting his cap gun at cyclists, and two sweet-faced girls in their gravel driveway giddily waving at passing bikes.
It's easy to forget how close by farm land is to Austin. Ah, the sweet smell of manure on a cool, damp morning...
The ride was great. I never struggled. I enjoyed pretty much all 63.1 miles. I think there were two times I complained, and those were because I was hungry. Perhaps I'll give a more detailed report later, but for now I'll leave you with a picture of me and Sarah at the end of the ride.
Me:
Sarah:
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