Thursday, August 15, 2019

Time Well Spent

I dug out my Gary Fisher a couple of weeks ago, on a warm early morning Sunday, and rode a loop that took me further out the Southfork Highway, down to Buffalo Bill Reservoir, along a gravel and dirt double track that ran parallel both to the lake and the irrigation canal, and which picked up the second public access to the reservoir.
It wasn't far, and as I eagerly got geared up to ride, I confirmed with LC that I would meet him at around 8:30 at the second entrance to the lake.
About two hours.
Kissing him on the cheek as I headed out the door I confirmed - see you at 8:30!
With that I grabbed my bike, clicked into the SPD pedals and headed out.............

Turning left at the end of our road I crossed over Southfork Highway and slowly rode along the shoulder, greatly enjoying being out early on such a beautiful morning.
The sky was endlessly blue.
It was early so warm, but not yet hot.
Fields were filled with bailed hay.
Everything looked gorgeous.
Absolutely gorgeous..............

On the spur of the moment I turned down a side road.
Another gravel road filled with fancy homes, and as always, as I slowly rode by by one beautiful home after another I was amazed at the difference in price between the houses I was looking at, and the newer modular home LC and I lived in.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars difference in price.
Nice homes.
Very nice.
But we were all looking at the same mountains and the same lake.  
We were within two miles of each other.
In somebodys' world that made sense.
It mine, it really didn't...................

One home had metal sculpture flowers at each fence post along the entire length of the front of their yard.
They were all different.  Rustic.  Sweet.  Creative..............
I weaved my way through a number of back roads before turning left and eventually picking up the Southfork Highway again.
10 minutes later I turned right, dropped down a steep hill, and was greeted by the calm beauty of Buffalo Bill Reservoir.
The water was calm and incredibly beautiful, and I was instantly reminded of how much we loved where we lived.
I had taken the scenic route to get here on this day, but if I had ridden directly to the lake it was actually only two miles from the house.
THIS is two miles from the house.....................
I was totally taking my time.
Riding a little.  Looking a little.  Photographing a little.
Having a very fun, and very easy going ride.
By this time I had ridden down to the lake, turned right at a small parking area, and picked up a double track trail that ran in the center between the lake and the reservoir.
Riding.  Looking.  Photographing....................
Out of the blue my cell phone rang.
Surprised that someone was calling me so early I reached into the side pocket of my bike shorts, dug out my phone, looked at the screen and saw that it was LC calling me.
"Hi - where ARE you?"
"I'm on the trail.  Where are YOU?"
"At the lake"
"What time is it?"
"7:30?  I thought we were meeting at 8:30"
"You said an hour"
"No.........I said 2 hours"
"Oh - where are now?"
"I'm about 20 minutes away.  Be there as soon as I can"
He told me not to rush but I rushed anyway...........
20 minutes later I pulled down the trail and was greeted by a smiling man and a happy dog.
But by then they were both ready to go home and almost immediately I understood why.
There was standing water all around us.
And with it, there was also mosquitoes all around us.
I greeted my dog and then loaded her into the truck, kissed LC on the cheek for the second time in 90 minutes, sent them on their way and told them I would meet them back at the house.................. 

I took my time returning to the house.
Riding.  Looking.  Photographing.
A good way to spend an early Sunday morning...............
Time wasted at the lake is time well spent...............Author Unknown

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