Got out on the road on Shadow at about 7:30 this morning, after applying some lube to the chain. The temperature was 41 degrees F under clouds and fog but no wind to speak of.
The streets were wet but clear; small piles of snow remained along their edges from last week’s snow-fall and low temperatures. In other words, they were not interfering with passage “au vélo.”
Checked “my” apple tree and found a few fruit still attached.
Riding south on Race Street, stopped to get à view of the enveloping fog.
The wintry fog made me think of death and funerals. So far in my life I’ve never arranged a funeral and wondered whether it would be worth learning how to do it before it was necessary, like a scout project, to be prepared. But did not make a decision.
Stopped again just before entering Meadowbrook Park to see the fog through the pine planting,
a doorway of mystery.
Stopped at the rabbit-statue bridge to check the state of McCullough Creek.
Which was melting but still with some ice.
Stopped to get a view of thistle remains against the foggy winter prairie
and of the of the path receding into the fog.
Across Douglas Creek, the fog lent drama to the forms of the bare trees.
Saw a particularly full raindrop hanging from a budded twig near the path. After a bit of struggle was able to focus the iPhone camera on it,
and was reasonably pleased with the result: an inverted microcosm.
Stopped then at the Prairie Viewing Station
which previously I had carelessly referred to as the “Freyfogle Overlook ” but henceforth will use its official name. Really have to work on tightening up accuracy in the blog. The more integrity the better!
Got a view of old compass plants
and Baptisia pods.
At the Windsor /Vine bridge
noticed wet, uneven ice on the path leading to the bridge. The smoothness of the ride so far had given me confidence to traverse this small patch of ice, which I don’t think would have been a problem if my way were straight ahead. Unfortunately, I had to turn slightly to the right to get over the bridge, but my momentum kept going forward, the bike slid under me, and I went down.
It was a minor, slow-speed, not entirely unexpected fall, but a nearby friendly golden retriever was concerned, and she and her owner hurried over to make sure I was ok. We were joined by two other concerned passers-by, but soon all were convinced I was fine.
Headed home across Windsor Road, enjoying the amazingly responsive traffic signal, and with renewed respect for the laws of physics.