On the way to one of my favorite breakfast stops.
This is my second scouting trip for a mixed terrain ride for BABBLE. I figure if I can string together enough enticing country roads, I might be able to get some of those city boys to come up and join me for a ride.
The idea is to leave my place early on a Saturday morning, ride north and west, and spend a fair amount of time on roads with virtually no traffic. Of course there is also virtually no paving.
Since this was my second scouting trip this direction, I knew that stopping on this bridge would be a great place for a picnic. I loaded up my front bag with a few goodies, pedaled into a cool and colorful morning, and found the bridge right where I left it...far enough away from civilization to be peaceful.
Birds sang over a background of rustling leaves. A single duck paddled around this pool just upstream of the bridge.
On the way home, a saw this oddity. A narrow rock standing on end. I am virtually certain it was not there when I passed by earlier. I did see one pick-up truck on this road. My theory is that the truck hit this rock with just enough force to tip it up to its balancing point.
It was a delightful breakfast on a bridge, and it was also a productive scouting exercise. The route is not fully defined yet, but it's coming along nicely. Those city boys should have a nice time...if'n their tires are fat enough.