Sun splog
56.40 miles
10.00 average speed
34.3 max speed
5:37:57 hours riding time
417.8 odometer + 1307 = 1724.8
Missed Bothell went on up to the bike rest stop on the Sammamish trail.
Missed the sausage and egg breakfast I intended to have.
Walked out the waterfront trail through the wetlands between MOHAI and Foster island.
The lake is high and I stepped up to my ankle in mud.
Took a break on a park bench at 45 miles. Rode both ways the upper trail at the arboretum.
Beautiful trail, wish it was 100 miles long.
Took another break under a tree at a boat launch ramp and all the stuff in my pockets fell out.
Some change and my best Swiss army knife.
Went back after I got home and had a shower and lots of cold water and got it.
The sun was out and so was everyone else.
A poem;
This is what dreamers do -
The upper trail through the arboretum should go on
forever.
The sun was out and so was everyone else.
My doctor has me on these pills that make my skin more sensitive to sun. so, natch, I wore a short sleeve shirt.
Now my arms look like this.
10.00 average speed
34.3 max speed
5:37:57 hours riding time
417.8 odometer + 1307 = 1724.8
Missed Bothell went on up to the bike rest stop on the Sammamish trail.
Missed the sausage and egg breakfast I intended to have.
Walked out the waterfront trail through the wetlands between MOHAI and Foster island.
The lake is high and I stepped up to my ankle in mud.
Took a break on a park bench at 45 miles. Rode both ways the upper trail at the arboretum.
Beautiful trail, wish it was 100 miles long.
Took another break under a tree at a boat launch ramp and all the stuff in my pockets fell out.
Some change and my best Swiss army knife.
Went back after I got home and had a shower and lots of cold water and got it.
The sun was out and so was everyone else.
A poem;
This is what dreamers do -
The upper trail through the arboretum should go on
forever.
The sun was out and so was everyone else.
My doctor has me on these pills that make my skin more sensitive to sun. so, natch, I wore a short sleeve shirt.
Now my arms look like this.
posted by Lane Savant at 9:10 PM
8 Comments:
I guess at some point in our short lives
we have to face the inexorable fact
that the sun is not our friend.
For you to get the red-armed curse,
much different than the redneck
curse of those farmers and pickers,
is a sadness. Perhaps a long sleeved
tee shirt is the answer; cotton, light, and
still protecting your epidermis, enit?
Very good to hear that the recording
session went well, and I loved your
journey into Palmer poetics, E-G#-B.
It now resides over on FFTR with an
image of a classy Ovation six string
to accompany it. Gosh it is almost
summer, and Anonomann is returning
to Redwing Manor. How time flies
when we are all having such a good
time. It is ironic, synchronistic, and
other neatness that he arrives
on June 25th, the exact date of
my monumental Retirement, and
the date Melva and I begin our three
week road trip. Ah life is full of these
lovely coincidences I say. I ran off
yesterday while Miss M was at a
meeting and saw IRON MAN 2 (good),
PRINCE OF PERSIA (better), and
SPLICE (best). 8 hours at a theater is
not for sissies I tell you.
My birthday is tomorrow, June 14th.
You may all wave your flags, of course.
For me life begins at 66, which is
two thirds of 666, and we all know about
that set of decimals, right? Maybe in
lame tribute we will travel some of part
of Route 66 in July.
Actually at first when you suggested
that there was a poem lurking in this
posting, I could not see it. Then I
blogged away for a time, and your
words kept ricocheting around me,
like pesky insects, demanding that
I re-evaluate them. Which I did, and
to my surprise there was poetry midst
your prose. I just had to figure out
the form, as well as the line breaks.
So, yes, sir, there is a poem here:
June Ride
Missed Bothell
went on up
to the bike rest
stop on
the Sammamish trail.
Missed the sausage and
egg breakfast
I intended to have.
Walked out the waterfront
trail through
the wetlands between
MOHAI and Foster island.
The lake
is high and
I stepped up to
my ankle
in mud. Took
a break on a
park bench
at 45 miles.
Rode both ways the
upper trail
at the arboretum.
Beautiful trail, wish it
was 100
miles long. Took
another break under a
tree at
a boat launch
ramp and all the
stuff in
my pockets fell
out. Some change and
my best
Swiss army knife.
Went back after I
got home
and had a
shower and lots of
cold water
and got it.
The sun was out
and so
was everyone else.
Doug Palmer
I also found a 1913 painting by
Umberto Boccioni to illustrate it.
This is the only thing I intended to be a poem;
A poem;
This is what dreamers do -
The upper trail through the arboretum should go on
forever.
I even labeled it as such
Yes, of course, how silly of me
to disregard or overlook your
haiku hybrid poem. It is a good
one too; couldn't see the poetry
for the prose, or some such
idiocy, I suppose. I will post the
actual "poem" today.
Today is Flag Day. I am at
home, and feeling good about it.
Riding a bike and dreaming, it's enough to make you forget about all the others.
It's ride that's the poem, I felt a need to point it out.
Hallo, Lane!
Sounds like a very scenic trip -- best taken at a slower speed to savour all the scenery.
Glad your treasure was still where it fell out when you returned!!!
Alas, my $49 OR UV-ray blocking hat was not turned in to lost and found for the streetcar lines here after I unfortunately left it when it fell under the seat on a street car Friday.
All the best (also from the LL) to you, Meredith, and Keth!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Hallo, Glenn (+ Melva)!
Hope you have a great & SCENIC road trip!!!!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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