Leaving behind the usual pattern of our rut we set off on a 24 hour bike trip. Well at least four of us did. Marshall chose to stay home so he could go to a friend’s house for poker night with his buddies. His loss the rest of us say! We loaded up the bikes for a ride on an old train track converted to a bike trail. Traveling 20 miles and then spending the night in Bolivar where we ordered pizza and Chinese takeout. The boys started out with the enthusiasm and naivete of a 10 and 13 year old. They were discussing how the three of them (they were including Marshall) should ride the trail by themselves sometime, packing in their tent and no food so they could live off the land like Survivor Man. Hunting game, and finding edible plants. Basically living the way boys were meant to live – wild and dirty! This enthusiasm was soon replaced with butt weariness and chafing in places you don’t want to be chafed. After many suggestions on what might make things better for Everett, we ended up switching his seat and mine. And crap, his seat was pure murder on the nether regions! It made my nether regions start screaming in a shrill and insistent voice to get off the bike. But when you still have miles to go, you have no choice but to keep on pedaling. Besides everything goes numb after a while anyway. Sounds like a lot of fun, huh? It really was, and I’m so proud of Everett and Nate – they rode 40 miles total. That’s a pretty big accomplishment.
No outdoor trip would be complete without pictures of the dangerous and savage critters we encountered.
And yes, hillbillys really do live in this region. Right there is proof positive. I was not born here, I just want you all to know that. Well, after our weekend I’m feeling refreshed and ready to jump into the Illuminated Phrase project, the Art House Coop Scavenger Project (still time to sign up for this and several other of their very interesting projects), and to make some PIF packages.