As promised, here are some photos from my ride yesterday. And although I rode along the lake, it just didn't thrill me like my usual ride down through the canyon does. I'll take photos of that ride today. Anyway, here is the old train bridge that crosses the lake.
There is a big ol' osprey nest on one end of it: It was another beautiful day, although a bit windy along the lake. There were many, many people out ambling, er, walking. People who do not grasp that there are bikers using the trail, too. Bikers going faster than a speeding cow. And I guess it bares repeating: When a biker yells (giving you plenty of time to react)"ON YOUR LEFT", it does NOT mean scatter in all directions across the trail. No, it does not. It means MOVE YOUR ARSE TO THE RIGHT. To the right of the path. Not to Aunt Martha's right. It's really very simple. And while I'm at it, I know you're the same people who drive in the left lane on the interstate even though you are not passing anyone. Jeezus. Just stop it. KEEP TO THE RIGHT PEOPLE.
Ahem. Oh, sorry. Now, where was I? Oh yes, enjoying my peaceful, relaxing bike ride. Here, look at the pretty little flowers!
On the way back over the bridge, I stopped to watch the swallows (while hugging the RIGHT SIDE OF THE TRAIL of course) for a minute and noticed the osprey was off her nest, watching for lunch to appear.
We had a talk and she promised me she would poop on the walkers when they came ambling by.