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.
The sunrise was not specatacular, but the sky was clear, even though it rained overnight.
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.
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.
I crossed Baker Creek over and over along the route.
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.
This barn was just a little further up the road from the farm house.
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.
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.
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.
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.