Saturday, October 30, 2010
DH (dear husband) decided to run this morning instead of joining me for cycling so I headed off to the rendezvous point wondering who else would show up. Elliot and his son Daniel, both fit young cyclists (Elliot is young at heart!) braved the chilly morning which promised to bloom into a gorgeous, windless, sunny day. With a game plan of riding between 40 and 45 miles, we set off.
Daniel had to turn back after a few miles, a bad cough compounded by the chill. That left Elliot and myself…
This has happened before. Both of us have spouses who like regularity, routine and are careful planners. Both of us frequently gaze down an uncharted country lane and think,” I wonder where that leads?” Both of us can’t always follow that impulse. But every once in a while, we are in the right place at the right time to just go EXPLORING!
So at a fork in the road I reminisced, “Do you remember that time when we went right instead of left?” Elliot did. “I think I remember the route.” We took the road less traveled and as we came out on a busy intersection and prepared to head to a nearby gas station for a break, I looked across and mused, “I wonder where that road goes?” Elliot was game. “Let’s find out!”
And so on it went. Part of the road was rough, the lack of rain causing the soil to heave and the pavement to crack. Parts of the road were newly paved and a dream to ride, overhung with live oaks and dappled with their shade. We encountered a dozen new doggy friends, and none of them were chasers! I am a decent navigator so we were never really lost—I had a good idea, more or less, where we were. At least we knew what county we were in and what nearby town we would run into eventually if we didn’t find our way back.
But we did! We did find our way back! And our round trip ended up being 43 miles which fit our game plan to a tee.
Every week we ride the same routes. We see all the other cyclists, riding the same routes, and we love it. It’s fun to realize that the distance that used to be daunting is now easy, or notice the seasonal changes on the route we now know like the backs of our hands. But once in a while, gaze down a new road and dream…”I wonder where that goes?”