Yeah RIGHT!
My birthday week was full of great fun, innocent fun, adult fun, sledding fun with visiting friends, late night drinks, dinners of all sorts (including a fabulous date-night of overpriced watered-down cocktails at Applebees!) art galleries, talking, talking, talking, and finally yesterday some two wheel exploring. PERFECT!
For those of you who have not heard of it before - and I myself after so many years on bikes have never heard ANYTHING about it, Virgina is the place to be! And like me, its just barely over the hill! (ZING!!!) Both the number and length of the Rails-to-Trails networks in this tiny beautiful state are impressive, with the newest being a 480 mile off road epic (foreshadowing)! I rode the Virginia Creeper Trail from Damascus to Abingdon, about 18 miles (one way) of old unused railroad grade path through the Blue Ridge Mountains. An absolutely beautiful day that ended in me talking to a cool shop right on the trail about helping with their busy summer tourist season. So much for not working seasonal jobs right?!
With the sun coming out strong, the prospects of a second job doing what I value in a cool new place, and Loni forgiving me for the winter respite in our sometimes turbulent, always rewarding relationship, things are looking pretty good. Feeling very confident in my ability to make sound decisions. Here's a splash of trailside poetry to start the spring....
Prima La Primavera.
The pungent smell of sweetgrass
as warm air drifts and drafts up from the hillside below.
Rhythmic rackety-clackle...
klakety-tak,
klakety-tak,
klakety-tak...
of old trail trestle under tires,
the last desperate patches of snow
wither
into swelling creeks below.
The wind whisper-shouts of coming spring
as the last of winter's leaves rattle amongst the trees.
A soft grumble-mumble of gravel as I
coass
ssss
ssss
sssssst
through this sunny day.
S.
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