Actually, nothing out of the ordinary happened this morning, but it was truly an amazing morning in the Ozarks in spite of the 97% humidity the my phone app was reporting as I left the house for a 28 mile ramble into the office.
I actually debated just taking the direct route this morning to save my legs for the long run Pam and I have planned for tomorrow morning, but when it comes to bike rides and exercise, prudence isn’t really one of my strong points. It had been a couple of weeks since I had been on my road bike, so I rode!
As I headed east on Sunshine, it didn’t take long to figure out there was going to be a pretty nice sunrise this morning! After stopping to snap the pic above, I continued toward the river, and as I dropped into the valley toward the bridge, I was watching the sky for the next picture opportunity. I didn’t see the deer coming out of the shadows until she crossed the road about 20 feet in front of me. After my initial start, I knew she posed no danger, but immediately started scanning the roadside for a second one that might follow. This time of year, it’s pretty common to see a mother and her yearling fawn together, and I fully expected this to be the case today. Luckily, it was not (or at least I didn’t see it).
I paused again on the bridge when I saw a nice reflection of the sunrise in the water below me.
I hadn’t climbed the hills at Turners in a while, so I turned off the highway, crossed the railroad tracks and turned up the steep climb that is the first part of of the Turners hill. About half-way up it, I spied the following scene, so I turned and coasted a few feet downhill to take yet another picture.
At this point, I had to remind myself that I needed to be at work later and that I should probably try not to stop every quarter of a mile for pictures if I wanted to be on time! I hate it when I have to be responsible like that!
At the top of Turners, I saw my second deer of the day, and by this time the glow of the sunrise had faded, so it was a little easier to just put my head down and pedal. After turning around at the high school, I headed for home at a fairly quick pace that really didn’t last very long. I guess my age is catching up to me, or maybe it’s just all the other cycling and running miles I’m putting in this year, but for some reason I don’t have the drive to time trial it for ten miles at a time like I used to. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not, but that’s reality right now.
As I headed up the hill after crossing Pierson Creek, I came upon a turkey hen with a huge brood of youngsters. I suspect there must have been at least one other hen in the brush that I couldn’t see because there were a ton of chicks with her. She flew to the safety of a tree limb, and they scattered into the brush as I approached.
After swapping bikes at the house, I headed for work on city streets that were pretty quiet in terms of traffic, but busier than normal in terms of foot traffic. I suspect the hot weather is causing a lot of folks to get out for their walks earlier than normal. And speaking of walkers, since I stopped to ask about his wife the other day, the lone lovebird has been waving to me every morning. It’s kind of fun to build those kind of fleeting relationships with complete strangers as we go about our separate lives. Unfortunately, his wife hasn’t been with him yet…
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