I arrived under this disintegrated windmill just after sundown. I was surrounded by pasture as far as I could see. It was quiet. There was a dirt road leading to this windmill standing about 100 feet from the county road, and I had paused to enjoy a snack, the quiet, and the golden twilight.
An old pickup came up the county road from the south. As it came near, it slowed. "Oh no," I thought, and braced myself for questioning...or worse. I was preparing my, "I just wanted to get out of the road and take a couple of photos," defense. Trying to appear harmless, I waved. The truck slowed almost to a stop, signaled, and began turning toward me onto the dirt road. With half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in one hand, I grabbed my stem with the other and scurried out of the way. The driver side window came down. "Just need to go feed the deer," she explained. "I'm sorry," I replied, rolling out of the way. She smiled and said, "No problem, you stay here as long as you like." So I did.
I finished the sandwich, wiped the peanut butter off my face, and stowed the wrappings back in my handlebar bag. While I turned on my lights for the ride home, the pickup truck came bouncing back from wherever the deer feeder was. I slowly pedaled up to speed, and waved as she pulled up along side. The passenger window came down, and she waved back. Then she said, "You have a nice evening!" So I did.
Up here in northwest Denton County, it's a great place to ride a bicycle, but it's not just the cycling. It's also the neighbors.