It was 46 degrees F this morning at 6:15, the sky thinly cloudy and scattered fog spread close to the ground.
Had rather a slow start, the sun already risen, though the clouds and fog completely obscured its shape and exact position.
Was not completely enthusiastic about the trip, even though a momentary contemplation of not doing it felt absurd (during 30 Days of Biking, no less!?!). Could not decide which direction to ride, and then just found myself going north. Direction established, felt at least a degree of calm, of serenity.
At the long-under-construction but inconspicuous crossing of Broadway over the Boneyard Creek was a curious pile of metal, etc., including erstwhile bikes.
Rode on past Crystal Lake Park and the country fairgrounds to Bradley Avenue and north on Lincoln. At this point noticed my early hesitations were fading, and the ride clearly was becoming more enjoyable. It was good to be pedaling on relatively quiet (but not deserted) Lincoln Avenue on a Sunday morning.
Stopped at the water-filled pit on the east side of Lincoln, north of I-74,
Wound around “new” north Lincoln and followed the urge to turn east on Oaks Road,
Turned east on Ford Harris Road and rode to High Cross, then south. Saw large vehicles in a field that made me worry about development of the open spaces out here.
Proceeded to the edge of Brownfield Woods
(note the 30 Days of Biking spoke card).
Was happy to see the Trillium
And of course it was lovely to see them along the stream that goes through and along Brownfield,
Felt like it was a good trip, though all told wasn’t quite 15 miles. It’s getting to be time to wake up with the sun and stretch the distance. Definitely broke through the fog, inside and out! Nothing to do once again but be grateful.