Sept 20/15: 81.5 Kms; 2 Hrs 46; 584 Metres; Seven Riders.

Okay, hello. Well, that was the first of what we hope are many Fall rides. The air definitely was cool and the NW wind reminded us what has yet to come. The geese know and aren’t about to hang about for much longer:

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, “snow.”

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, “frost.”

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.   Rachel Field

Isn’t that simple and beautiful.

Perspective is a great thing, especially in the way it reminds us to be be thankful for our lot in life. And, while things are relative, there is no doubt each of us is a tiny  miracle and that we are fortunate in the very fact that we exist, even if we are “floating in the middle of nothing.” Check this out:

Well, back on earth, that was a great ride on Sunday morning. It had a good balance of uptempo flats, hard efforts on the hills, and sections of easy pedalling. Pinnacle hill was one of the exceptions, where our normal deep rhythmic breathing was soon displaced by ragged gulps of air as we laboured for the crest. For all that, Pinnacle is tops. And, yes, we were happy to finally turn SE on Garden of Eden with its gentle undulations and its downward bias, and pastoral beauty. That rural scene never disappoints the eye. You just should have been there. And, I haven’t even mentioned the high-end scoot down Campbell Drive. What a variety of gaiety it was!

Okay, Ride your bike! Bye bye, ac. Comments always welcome at;


Goshen Ghost