Summer, Sunday, and a beer

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.
Of course, if I had any sense whatsoever, I would have taken the camera. But I don’t, so I didn’t. You’ll just have to take my word for it. All in all, pretty damned good for about 3 hours of riding time on a balmy Sunday afternoon.
* It’s probably illegal, or at least frowned-upon, to go mountain biking in construction zones on a Sunday when there are no workers about. You have been warned.
And yes, I know it’s not technically Summer–but then I also think that Summer is a state of mind. Once the festivals start in Madison, it’s definitely Summer.

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