Summer, sunday, and a year
I guess I like it fine, so far
— The Doors
The Wife is out of town at a conference and after pottering about the house and garden all morning, I desperately needed to get out and ride–especially since I won’t have any time in the saddle until at least Thursday (and more than likely, Friday).
There was only one solution: an urban Pugsley mission, which included:
- Citified mountain biking in six different construction zones.*
- Watching people fishing, boating, paddling, and just looking at the water at Tenney Park.
- A cruise down the Lakeshore Path.
- Hill intervals, gardens, and architectural gawping in Shorewood.
- The Kendall St. bike boulevard.
- Watching sailboats tack furiously off the Memorial Union Terrace (it’s windy).
- Drumming circle on Library Mall.
- Purchasing replacement earbuds so that I don’t have to listen to other travelers when I fly tomorrow.
- Slow maunder up State Street and around the Capitol Square.
- Two beers and six tunes at the Marquette Waterfront Festival.
- A chat with the owners of the house across the back fence, which just went on the market.