I worked until 4 today on the tiny houses book (which is humming along), and took off on my new bike for the hills. I haven’t been on a bike in the hills for many years, and this was like opening familiar synapses. Plus a bike that rides uphill like you practically have a motor, and absorbs shocks like one of the old Citroens, is a pleasure, to be sure. Hey, this was fun being able to cover so much more ground than running.
I ran across a couple out in the woods, he with a canvas bag on his shoulder, “Good hunting?” I asked. “No.”
Yeah, right, like your bag isn’t full of mushrooms, dude. Well, I’d do the same thing. So I rode out to beyond where I figured walkers would go and looked in the woods. Found some mushrooms, not sure about them, but the prize was a bobcat skull and other bones. Since I haven’t quite got my bike act together yet, I didn’t have a backpack, so I took off my shirt and rolled up and tied the mushrooms and bones in a hobo package (which meant riding home in the cold without a shirt). However, not only was I warmed up by the exertion, but on the way home the sky turned vivid pink, with clouds running horizontally, and a red band running vertically. When I got back on the pavement, cars were stopped on the road. Hallelujah to the solar system.
I’m going to bleach the skull bone white.