Yesterday while poor Studly Doright had to toil away at the office I rode my CanAm Spyder RT out to Edward Ball Wakulla Springs State Park. From our home outside of Tallahassee it’s only about 42 miles to the park, and best of all, most of the ride was on shaded back roads with very light traffic.
Once at Wakulla Springs I walked around the park, had a light lunch, and enjoyed the scenic boat ride before starting home. I had intended to take photos for the blog, but using my cell phone as a gps ran my battery awfully low, so I only snapped a few pics:
A beautiful blue heron
A not-so-beautiful, but impressive gator
A tree framed by the window of the boat
Next time I’ll take along a charger for my phone. There were so many more shots that had to be foregone.
This was my second adventure on my Spyder, and I’m really beginning to enjoy the ride. I’m much more visible to drivers on this machine, and that’s always a good thing. The Spyder has plenty of power, and I feel comfortable in the seat. The only thing I haven’t tested yet is its performance on the interstate. Soon.
This is me pre-ride on the Spyder, before I put on all my gear:
My brother commented that I look tiny on the bike. Yay! For once something makes my butt look small.
I walked around beautiful Lake Ella in Tallahassee yesterday, enjoying the slightly overcast day. All the normal sights were on display: turtles, geese, ducks, and people. Today, though, I saw something I’d never seen. A blue heron came flying across the lake with something in its beak.
At first I thought the something was a fish or a frog, but when the heron landed I realized it was a baby duck! Let’s call these, “The Circle of Life,” or “Requiem for a Duckling.”
The heron didn’t appreciate an audience while it ate, so he flew away with the duck still clamped in its beak.
Ah, the circle of life. Poor little duck!
I call this one, “The Thinker.”
My cold has faded to a manageable annoyance, leaving me with a slightly sexy rasp instead of my normal high-pitched twang. It’s my favorite stage of the illness, and I wonder why I couldn’t have just fast-forward to the good part.
We had a doozy of a thunderstorm last night. The sky this morning is a gray blue, and the forest looks like something out of a fairy tale, all vine-y and mysterious. A migrating flock of ducks has landed on Lake Yvette, periodically hassled by a nesting pair of snowy egrets. I tried taking a picture, but only ended up startling all parties involved. (See below)
My dad would have loved sitting out on the back porch, having a cup of coffee, and of course his ever present cigarette. He’d have said, “Sis, look at this.” Or, “I just saw something run through the brush right there.” We’d speculate as to what he’d seen, maybe catching another glimpse, maybe not.
And he and I would just sit watching the woods all morning, pausing only to fetch another cup of coffee.
The ducks weren’t that crazy about me snapping a picture.