Patrick on the levee half a mile from our house. To the right is the elegantly named "Natomas Drainage Canal". Go another seven miles further north and you come to the ponies.
Lucy, just after a face-plant. Good bruises by the end of this day. You can't really tell from this picture, but we're on the gravel road that runs along the top of the levee bank, with the water on the right being 20-30 feet below us.
Pumping water from one canal to another. Lots of herons and other water birds in here.
More of the same.
Funny wooden bridge.
Coffee place! (2.15 miles from our house, via bicycle)
...nap interlude...
Folsom Lake, Beals Point
This trail is part of the first 12 miles of the American River 50 ride
that Provo and I did in April of this year. Funny thing is, I don't remember
half the trail (like the section that goes alongside the beach for a couple
of miles?)... I must have been a bit busy at the time.
Some whopping great weird rocks in the middle of the trail with standard oaks in the background (this whole area looks like this - lots of brown grass with oak trees on it). Provo gave the rocks a very big inspection before consenting to go through the middle of them.
Lucy managing not to face-plant this one. By now, I hadn't fallen off my bicycle for several hours...
Coming around the rocks. The one I'm standing on is about ten feet tall...
pft demonstrating his wheelying aptitude (grrrr...)
...missed... (see the muscle in the wimpy broke left leg, though!)(well, nearly...)
I do actually remember this part of the AR50 - going along the edge of the dam alongside the water, Provo cantering just under my control and me thinking "I wish I'd never taken up endurance riding/where are my pain killers"... (this is about 6 miles into the 50 mile ride...)
On the way back again.
Pretty, deserted beach to my right... of course summer has ended - what with it being after Labor Day n' all, so you're not allowed to do "summer activities" any more (like going to the beach). Never mind that it was 90°F...
Patrick's New Baby - 20 September
It was an accident. All he was doing was popping into the bicycle shop for a water bottle holder... and then this happens...
Everything a boy could want - but, horror of horrors, last year’s model and a discontinued line... all of which means that you pay a third of the normal price. Patrick argues that he hasn't had a new bicycle in ten years. Personally, I think it's just so that I don't beat him <snort> (fat chance).
Boy becomes gonzo bicyclist overnight with the introduction of full suspension... <grrrr>
He'll look after it and feed it and clean it and everyfink...
Washing the crud off after its first excursion.
Just so you'd know.