Well ... you know how it goes when you "plan" something.
The "high surf" wasn't really all that high. It was nice ... beautiful as always ... but not exactly the "wow, look at that" I was expecting. I rode on ... down to the other beach area, and was just about to head for home when I thought I'd take a look at the path entrance at the far end of the beach. If you remember from a previous post (along with its subsequent but still previous-to-this-one post, when it rains, the path entrance is usually flooded, like this:
|Previous visit: Flooded from recent light rain ... no passing without waders.|
|Yesterday: NOT flooded after heaviest rain in months ... ummmm, huh?|
|January 5 ... still closed ... with concrete|
|January 10 ... demoted from "path" to "lane" ... and still closed|
|Yesterday ... Open path ahead! Well, I assume it's now called a "path" again ...|
And visit, I did. I rode through the underpass and on to the old route I used to ride often ... where there are trails and animals to see. I didn't take a photo of the cows ... because they looked a little sad in the muddy area they were confined to as a result of all the recent rain. But they were there, just as I remembered (except for the mud). As I continued on, I greeted the first group of horses:
|Hello, Fuzzy Horses!|
|"That sure is a funny-looking horse you're riding, Mister ... got any carrots?"|
|"Would you like to be my friend?"|
|"Maybe you could scratch my head ... and pet my nose ..."|
|"Dude ... check out my whiskers ... they're awesome!"|
|"Aww, gee whiz ... leaving so soon?"|
Days like this are why I love riding a bike. Exploring new (and old) places, being in a more natural environment, and getting to see the variety of animals along the way. Hope there are clear trails and paths where you are ... and new animal friends to meet!