After a little snow last night the temperature rose into the mid 30’s and by noon the sun came out to flirt with the clouds. At 3 o’clock I rode the 8.5 miles into town to visit my 101 year old grandfather. Brownie (the name of my “new” bike) carried me well on this rare and memorable January ride. I am tempted to say the pictures tell it all but I’d be lying. They don’t capture the sound of birds, the cool breeze blowing steam from my sweating cheeks, the beating of my heart as I crest a hill. Or the huffing and puffing that dissolves to a gasp as the day’s last light sprays Mt Mansfield purple. Get off the computer and go for a ride!! There is nothing like it.
Shifting Gears Bemidji 