February 6, 2011

My Sunday morning bike ride

I’m in the habit of riding on Sunday mornings. Sometimes with a bike club, sometimes with a riding partner, and many times by myself. I got up at 6:00 AM made myself a bowl of oatmeal, and was on the road by 7:00 AM. It was crisp, but not too cold, and I was dressed for he weather. I had at least three layers and with the exercise of riding, was quite comfortable. From the house, I started climbing almost immediately.

Sunrise February 6, 2011

Sunrise February 6, 2011

The sunrise was not specatacular, but the sky was clear, even though it rained overnight.

downhill ride

downhill ride

I rarely had to concern myself with traffic, since no one seemed to be on the road. Traffic started to pick up a little, but only people on their way to church.

Grenfell Park

Grenfell Park

There were a couple of nice parks like this one, along Baker Creek Road. I’m sure if I had ridden further into the mountains I would have found more.

Creek in Grenfell Park

Creek in Grenfell Park

I crossed Baker Creek over and over along the route.

Sunrise reflected on farm house

Sunrise reflected on farm house

When the sun finally broke through I was riding toward this farm house. The early morning light really made this place stand out against the green hills and forest.

Red Barn in morning light

Red Barn in morning light

This barn was just a little further up the road from the farm house.

Hillside colors

Hillside colors

The winter colors really surprised me. I expected the countryside to be drab in it’s winter colors. Nothing could be further from the truth. Everywhere I looked there were unexpected vistas with colors of brown and red mixed in with the evergreens.

roadside creek

roadside creek

I literally just stopped and leaned over to take this picture. Had I run of the road, by accident, I would have ended up in this creek.

creek whitewater

creek whitewater

Another nice shot of some small rapids in Baker Creek. The air was so clear and clean, the quiet was so intense, I could hear only the creek and myself as I made my way along the road. It was magical.

turnaround point

turnaround point

The pavement ended here and I didn’t feel much like climbing more. Time to get back to the house to spend the day with my sisters and watch some football on Superbowl Sunday.

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