An old, derelict school bus, sandwiched between what appear to be two abandoned, ramshackle mobile homes, runs parallel to our favorite stretch of the Great Western Trail, a popular rails to trails bike path. Come summer, these tumbledown, forsaken structures will be almost entirely hidden from view by all the trees in full bloom, vines, shrubs and other unrestrained vegetation. For now though, stepping carefully (and somewhat daintily!), I was able to snap a few pics of these old relics while I still have a relatively clear path to do so.
Rainy weekend and a soggy week ahead…
Waiting for clear skies and warmer temps again to repeat the joy of a newly rediscovered pleasure, one that invigorates and stimulates both my body and my mind: riding the trails and thrilling to the sights and sounds of nature, the freedom and exhilaration of movement, the calm and quiet especially at night when you pull off to the side of the trail with nothing but the sound of crickets chirping, frogs croaking, cows bellowing in the distance and the realization that you’re there to experience what would otherwise be unknown to you.
I purchased my bicycle in 2009 and rode it for maybe a couple of years before other concerns muscled their way into my psyche and free time. Why did we let our bikes sit in the garage, untended and unused, all these years hence? No matter. We’re enjoying this now and that’s what important. The doing, the being, the NOW.