Catchy title huh? I like it. It pretty much sums up my Thursday morning ride. Now that K country is swarming with bears and they are getting ready for hibernation, I figure it’s best to not to solo it in the morning. So out the front door I go to see what I can get done in the morning before work.
GPS data can be found here.
Exactly 22 km, so just over a half-marathon. Hmmm, to run this in under 2 hours would be a good accomplishment. I’ll try once the gash in my foot is healed.
The neighbourhood sleeps while Lorne prepares for his ride.
In the dawn, there is light breaking the horizon, but barely enough to make out the surroundings.
Looking west, towards my beloved mountains. I know they’re out there somewhere.
Within minutes from the last photo, dawn is upon me and now I can see my surroundings.
At the southmost part of my ride, the sun is preparing it’s triumphant entry into a beautiful morning.
At the northmost point of my ride, the sun is up and the town awakens.
My beloved mountains and homey cows. Good morning good ladies.
Within 10 minutes I would be home and getting ready to go to work. *sigh*…
I ride because I love to ride. It is a means into itself. No goals, no reasons, no motives. For the sake of moving, I suppose. Same goes for running. Just to feel the earth beneath my feet and the wind on my face. I’m in the right place!
:-)
Thanks for sharing your photos and your day :)
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