Other Matters: Out In The Country

If all of July is like this, I’ll be a happy cyclist. My Italian friend Vigorelli Bianchi and I didThumbnail image for Bianchi.jpg 22 morning miles. The air and light had a crystalline quality more usual In October than summer. The cherry crop looks splendid, 7485-Cherries.jpgloading the trees so heavily that in places the branches bowed low near enough to the road that I could almost have plucked the fruit as I rode by. This is the stage at which cherry growers pray for no rain.
Thinners are in the apple trees making room for the fall fruit to develop. Ththinning apples.jpge orchards have all the earmarks of a bumper apple crop.
Fruit workers waved and smiled as I passed, approaching motorists nodded and lifted fingers from their steering wheels in greeting, dogs barked more out of a sense of duty than intent to pursue, and not one pickup truck tried to run me into the ditch. It was one of those rides when I felt stronger at the end than the beginning. It was great out there.
I had to tell someone.

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  1. says

    A friend named Woody, who owns a bicycle shop back in Tennessee, recently rode right through your sunny region on his own pack-laden bike, a few days into the early part of his Portland-to-Portland adventure (meaning Oregon to Maine), to celebrate his 60th birthday as only a crazed rider might. Keep on peddlin’, you guys. Me, I’ll settle for shank’s mare.