Out and About Trying to Keep My Feet Dry Near the Airport
Trying to enjoy a dismal spell of weather, my wife told me to get on the bike and go for a ride. After a month of back pain from a basketball foul, I lifted my leg over the top tube to slowly crank down and propel the bike out past the airport's runway. Turning off the main trail guaranteed some adventurous pedaling. The grasses were still wet from the full moon's effect on the tide. From the month's high to a drastically low level, the water trickled off the almost nearly flat ground to slip gradually out to the retreating sea.Fighting off an encroaching cold, I wore four layers on my chest and two over my legs. The sands of the streams and beaches I followed forced strenuous rotations of the cranks. Perspiration began to form between the long sleeve wool shirt and my skin. A very light breeze accentuated the chill in the air as it crossed the valley in a temporal sprinkle.
Various densities of sand and mud lay beneath the grasses and formed the bowls and platters that homed numerous puddles. After a half hour of slow struggles, a small rise gave fortress to the root systems of a few dozen stunted spruce trees. Other than that, the plane was devoid of brush. I took the opportunity to bang off some of the mud that had accumulated on the drive train.
The ride was gratifying to the degree that I was actually exercising for the first time in a while, yet I ended up needing a chiropractor after the ride was over.
