|Late afternoon Saturday at Cedar Lake. I took the trail home from campus and diverted down to the lake because I could.|
Wednesday bike ride to MMU: long underwear, two pairs of socks, warm boots, two shirts including a long-sleeved T, sweater, jacket, neck warmer, scarf, hat, hood and gloves.
Yes, I was reminded of A Christmas Story. Preparing to go to school was like getting ready for extended deep sea diving.
It was 5 and just a little breezy. Luckily I don’t have to bike west very much, because every time I turned to the west the Polar Express hit me in the face.
When I was going south, my dominant direction, however, it honestly was not that bad. No, really.
|Saturday at the late. Ducks and more ducks.|
Still, spring is the cards, if not yet in the air. It is staying lighter later. The bitter cold days are punctuated by late winter melts. I don’t think we will see a March like we did two years ago, which was basically February twice in a row.
True, I’m not that fond of February. But it’s a short month, and we are on the downhill side of winter now. Knock on wood.
And, according to The Gazette, plans are moving along to turn a ruined rail bridge into a bike-pedestrian crossing of the Cedar River. That will make a bike road from Mt. Trashmore to New Bo--between that and possible sprucing up of Cedar Lake, the Cedar River Trail may yet become a regional bike attraction. A spoke magnet. A chain lane. OK, I will stop.
Get here soon, new bridge, and bring some warm weather with you, too. I would like my spring more actual than imaginary, soon, please.