Late Summer Afternoon

I suppose if I were to patch together all the the photos posted on this blog of the 3-mile loop, you’d probably be able to see all of it…all at once. Maybe.
But this is what it looked like today, on a late summer afternoon, and I consider myself fortunate to have seen it. More than that, because I was on a bicycle, I smelled the scent of it, heard sounds of it, and felt the very breeze of it.

Map Study Delivers

I enjoy looking at maps and aerial photographs. One of the reasons is that sometimes they can pay off with delightful destinations. I was browsing Google Maps (which includes map, terrain, and aerial photos) yesterday trying to find a “non-commercial” access point to Lake Ray Roberts. When I noticed a rural road that came very close to the water, I deduced that there might be insufficient space to include private property between the road and the shoreline of the lake. So early this morning, I rolled out to investigate.

Yep. Another delightful destination bagged, and only 45 minutes away. This will be a very good spot for micro-tour when cooler weather arrives.


Choosing (coincidentally) to start this book while being at a conference helped to reinforce its message. Here I have been spending all day sitting and listening to people who spend their lives managing, making decisions, planning, dictating, collaborating, and policy-making, so I could aspire to one day be as successful as they are. At night, however, I’ve been receiving a completely different message. The message from the book encourages doing things. What a contrast!
I haven’t yet finished the book, and I’ll not try to summarize it here. Instead, I’ll simply say that if you’ve had a nagging urge to actually produce something instead of spectating, consuming, or making choices, you might be interested in Mr. Crawford’s message. Whether it is music, creating something, growing something, or repairing something, he makes a good case that we undervalue work and overvalue consumerism and exercising choice.
I’m anxious to get back to the book, but I’d like to make a few personal observations for a few individuals I know that might enjoy it…
To my friend, Brad, maybe this should be on your “required reading list”, along with works of Wendell Berry, for your future economics classes.
To my father-in-law, Burton, because I see you live it each day, I know you already understand what this book says, but you still might find it interesting how so many of us sadly don’t get it.
To my daughter, Lisa, this might be a logical “its your turn” follow-up to the last two great books you’ve recommended to me. It seems to fit in pretty well with the general theme of our discussions.
To my daughter, Ellen, I recommend this book to you because you are so much like me, which means you need its message.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to get back to something…

Pre-Departure Morning Rounds

Seemed like a good idea to make the rounds this morning, before leaving town for a few days.
You know, to make sure everything was in order.
So I could go away without worrying about something being amiss.
Well that, and maybe pressing the serene views into my memory.
Because I’m pretty sure I’ll see nothing like this where I’m going.
Yep, it all checked out nicely.
I wonder if it’ll be okay without me around.
Maybe I should take another look around when I get back.
Yes, I think I’d better do just that.

The Wild Side

Readers of this blog fully grasp the utter blandness of my comparatively tame outings on the bicycle. I’ve been on record as referring to what I do as civilized adventuring. Some of my most excitable descriptions of being “out there” have been for something I call micro-tours. When the word epic is used in this blog, it is only allowable because of my ability to exaggerate and knowledge that you weren’t there. Not so today.
Today, I took a spin on the wild side.
Today, I joined this fixie hipster for some authentic urban action. I felt somewhat out of place on my multi-geared bike with saddle bag, while she sported the feather-weight fixed wheel in town. My colorful paint seemed silly and conspicuous next to her flat black frame dripping with attitude. You fans of Yehuda Moon, think Sister Sprocket.
We cruised city streets and the Trinity Trails. No longer on my empty gravel county roads, I was a little nervous in the midst of so many people, activity, and noise. Fortunately, she was cool as ice and boosted my confidence. It was amazing to watch what only countless hours of riding in these wild surroundings can bring to one’s skills.
I’ve got to say I think she woke up an aggressive attitude sleeping somewhere deep inside me. Or maybe it was just a powerful pull at my heart strings. Could this be love? She was such a great riding partner, I decided to bring her home. Now she’s my country riding companion.

Sunrise Apology

I guess I should apologize for yet another sunrise photo. I’m sorry.
Although I brought the camera with me this morning, I had no intention of using it. I was going to attempt a certain loop with limited time. No nature gawking.
But when I crested this small rise, and saw the sun peeking over the trees, it seemed a shame not to share it with someone.
Had a great time, wish you were there.
And I’m really sorry.

Light Switch "On"

(light switch “on”, time to roll)

The breeze picked-up almost immediately. It blew steadily from the southwest, but it felt so good to be back on the road. Normally, windy conditions mess with my mind and test my patience. Today, however, it couldn’t touch my joy at all.
It was ALL good.

(hey, that’s me)

(a rare grove of trees)

(hilltop pause)

(late summer green pasture)

(Ganzer Road at IH-35, looking south)

(back in the quiet zone