Yesterday, my husband and I went on a bike ride. With my husband. Yes, I got married. Hence the absence from the blog. Yes, I know. Planning a wedding is no excuse to ignore all my faithful readers-- all five or six of you. ;)
I discovered this bike trail on Saturday. I was home alone, because Clark was working. After wasting away my life watching episodes of Little House on the Prairie, I decided to brave the elements (in this case, 72 degrees and sunny) and go for a bike ride-- boldly going where no Allen has gone before.
It was gorgeous. Soon I was out of the city, riding past fields and horses and trees and rivers.
So I returned home, and informed Clark that we must go on a bike ride together Monday evening, so joyous were my discoveries therein.
So we embarked on our journey. We packed up a picnic dinner (southwestern coleslaw, fruit salad) and left our fears behind as we pedaled furiously. Sadly, we could not eat alongside the luscious riverbank. The mosquitos were upset that we had invaded their space, so we decided to turn around and eat or picnic at a park on the way home. We had scarcely turned around but we looked down and saw a baby vole in the middle of the path.
I thought it was a mouse, and rode on past it, but Clark stopped and picked it up. :) It was so cute. We rescued it from death-by-over-zealous-biking-people but putting him safely to the side of the road, and we continued on.
The dinner was good. The ride home was chilly.
We were happy. We saw a vole.
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