Well, this is my last sunrise in Florida, but I couldn’t be happier.
I am looking forward to being back with my wife, who is even prettier than this.
After my last post, Tex69 left a comment indicating an interest in where some of my photos originate. Because he asked, and because I have blog-friends in the Dallas/Fort Worth area that might be interested, I figured I’d drop in a quick post with a map.
My little house on the prairie is a little north of that little cross-roads labeled “Bolivar”. In fact, you might need to zoom in some to find the crossing roads.
There are no epic climbs, and no screaming twisty descents. There are no ocean views, or mountain top vistas. There is only pasture land, slightly rolling terrain, and quiet county roads. Some are paved, some are not. It might not be everybody’s favorite place to ride a bicycle, but it suits me.
Sometimes one must make do with what one has. If I lived in a mountainous area, or had the where-with-all to travel, I’d probably not be able to resist this bicycling cult. But I don’t. No sense whining about it. I’ll just work with what I have.