Breakfast on a Bridge

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.

Where the rubber meets the road.

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.

Just one guy’s picnic basket.

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.

A nice place to sip coffee and listen to prairie music.

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.

7 thoughts on “Breakfast on a Bridge

  1. Doug, next time you are in the neighborhood, drop on by.Chandra, yes coffee. Just because I enjoy the great outdoors doesn't mean I behave like a barbarian.Steve, it's pretty clear from the recent Rat Trap Press post, YOU don't need paving.Tex69, yep, CDVs are what I've got on my P/R and my AHH. They seem to work pretty well. All the fuss about those Hetre tires make me think about trying something new.

  2. Looks lovely. Good idea, inviting the "city boys" to come to your neck of the woods. I wish I could be there, but I know that after reading your post about it, I'll feel like I was.

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