Coop's Corner: July Holiday Weekend 2020

Saturday, July 4, 2020

July Holiday Weekend 2020

Mine started Thursday....well actually, my weekends start the afternoon before which in this case, means Wednesday afternoon.

We better start with our "Knee High By The 4th Of July" corn.

Hanna, concerned about my degrading appearance, was kind enough to send me some Product, this very cool and practical burlap sack containing Beard Care items from Mountaineer Beard, all the way from West Virginia. Watch for a much improved personal appearance in future photos/videos of my personal self.

Thank you Hanna!

Not sure if you've had the same, but we've been having August temperatures in June around here and they are continuing on in to early July. As such, overnight temperatures of 70 degrees with dew points of 69.5 degrees mean low visibility.

Eric and I planned a Thursday morning breakfast for 6:30, an hour and a half away for me which translated to Garage Door Down at 5am. I had to text Eric and request moving our rendezvous until 7am.

5:25 out the driveway.....

5:30 turning on to Hwy 61

5:32 Lake Pepin....

5:42 south of Lake City....

5:46 almost to Wabasha...

5:55 crossing the Mississippi to Nelson, Wisconsin.

6:12 on Hwy 37 on my way to Mondovi.

After breakfast, Eric up ahead, ready to turn off on to Cty FF west of Eleva, Wisconsin.

I went home so that I could park the bike, take a car and drive up to Minneapolis for a stop at GoMoto to pick up my new VStar tire.

Friday morning was Ol' Blue time, another breakfast ride.

Lake Pepin was especially fetching...

Wabasha Cty 5....

Friday noon Cheryl, our house remodel Designer and Overseer of the various contractors stopped by with a gift basket. These bottles of wine from her vintner husband. Fred and his brothers were neighborhood friends of our family; I snowmobiled with them, chased cows with them and were farm kids in the same valley. Cheryl's family and hubby Fred have all sorts of neighborhood connections....a hundred years of valley history were discussed in 30 quick minutes. More old history is going back and forth in an email stream.

All local products....

I didn't have to go far for that corn I was standing in this morning, it very much serves as a moat around our house.

Another early morning ride, some fog but very navigable this time.

Breakfast in Wabasha at Eagle Valley Cafe....

Follow-up coffee to round things out.

Peg went to remove the cover from our wicker furniture on the deck this morning and discovered that we had an infiltrator.

Hope everyone's having a safe and great 4th of July. I have next week off and plan to get some good riding in, doing it basecamp style. If I can get signal, there will most likely be some blog posts along the way.

2 comments:

redlegsridesJuly 5, 2020 at 1:59 PM
As to your "degrading appearance", I wish I could grow a full beard! Actually, given my druthers...I probably would try the Ming the Merciless look....keep more people at even further social distance!
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"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

Fall was the end of harvest, end of the growing season, a burst of color and sun-warmth before killing frost turned the land gray and cold. Fall was a moody time, full of both life and death, a time when we were reminded of the power outside of us, reminded that the seasons happen to us. We do not invite the change to come.-------Ben Logan, from The Land Remembers

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the lifeboats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes or should have been all along, what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What lifeboat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? ------- Ben Tyler

We were also cautioned about journeying far from home. As an example of the dangers, the town had a badly crippled lady named Lucy, who as a girl had traveled to New York City. As she traveled along a sidewalk, sightseeing, she was struck by the outstretched hand of a suicide who had leapt from high above. Her spine had been shattered and for the rest of her life, she was to walk bent forward at the waist, tapping the sidewalk with two black canes. Whenever the subject of travel to a big city was raised, someone would say, "Just remember what happened to Miss Tripp." ---- Ted Kooser, from Local Wonders

"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

"I tell the guy's girlfriend that the only difference between the book's main character Phaedrus and myself is that I am neither brilliant, tortured or insane, she looks at my bike and there is an uncomfortable silence." --------ahendepe (a.k.a. Vermin)