It's still amusing to me that everything seems so dead to me here after being in the Midwest. I can plainly see that there are green things around, but it's just not the same kind of green. It's as though it's more of that desert sort of green, which makes sense, given the climate and location of Colorado. I suppose we don't get a long stretch of the "super" green here. It's not that I don't see beauty in the life that's around, it's just not the same as those areas that are blessed to have such green, green foliage. But, I suppose we are lucky to have pretty decent weather year round, so there's not a whole lot to complain about there.
As for me, I just peddled my way along the bicycle path, wondering why in the world I had decided on such a long trip for the first round out for a while. At least I had my
water bottle with me to keep me cool as I worked my way toward home. I was amazed that it took me a half an hour longer to get home than it normally does from the same starting location, but I was also trying to keep myself alive, so I wasn't pushing myself much at all. In the end, I survived and made it home in one piece. Hopefully, I will get out on the Pashley again very soon.