Coop's Corner

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Blustery Day

What a weekend!! Managing to get out every day for some riding miles, today's ride was a fine way to cap off the weekend. It's still August but the last few days have looked and felt awfully much like early October.

A ride today was in my head yesterday, the planned machine today was the 250 KLR but a look at the forecast had the "blow" symbol and the thought of fighting high winds mixed in with my desire to not compromise on routes/directions/rate of speed kept the Kawasaki in the garage. Instead the reliable Ascot was put into service once again. It's just about the most flexible and adaptable thing I've got. The shaft drive makes it a mostly 'fill with gas and turn the key' kind of ride.

So, the windy forecast was allowed for, the predicted 0% chance of rain would be easy. Up early, a cup or two and some correspondence that needed to be dealt with, the clouds outside not a problem. My Weather Channel current conditions of "Cloudy" matched perfectly with what I saw early outside. The barn cats fed (so I can sneak the bike out without them sneaking in) and helmet on, the mist and drizzle started. A few little fuzzy drops would be one thing, but looking up the valley brought a very solid looking wetness.

Ducking back inside, I checked the Real Time weather radar, not a single patch of green for hundreds of miles. Phone away, ear plugs in and off we went. The first 40 miles down to breakfast were in the rain, soft, but rain nonetheless.

Wisconsin is across the lake here but you can just barely see it because the "Cloudy" is thicker than it really should be. The splotches in the photo are parts of the "Cloudy" that made contact with my camera lens.

"Romance and recreation......" Yahoo!! I'm for all of that, who wouldn't be?

After my breakfast stop, it was time for a break on Montana Ridge. My gloves kept blowing away.

Too steep and rough to be work land, pasture fringed with a thistled fence line.

Swede Hollow......

Witt Hill looking at Whitehall in the valley.......

While waiting for my lunch to be prepared in Blair, I texted Eric, no idea what or where he might be for the weekend. His response....."Parade in Ettrick 1:00" Ettrick is 9 miles south of where I was dining. My very friendly waitress got paid and a nice tip, I suited up and headed to the next town and found Eric w/family with prime spots for parade watching. Handed a cup of coffee, I was there in time for the Color Guard to pass and the first units of the procession.

Barney Fife was there.......

I'd promised Peg that my return would be mid-afternoon, so I didn't stay very long and headed towards home. Eric reminded me of a favorite though recently neglected gravel road nearby and I'm glad that he did.....I took it. Thanks Eric, so nice to see your lovely bride again and to meet the rest of your family, that nine week old granddaughter especially. Seemed she was enjoying what I have to believe was her first parade.

Hovre and Stenberg were even better than I'd remembered.....

The Kwik Trip in Arcadia is a common place to stop, not only for me it seems. I'll bet that roughly half of the time I stop there, old friends are seen or new ones made (remember Eric?). Today it was Greg, his fine XS650 and yellow helmet his trademarks. Greg will once again be attending our Wildcat Mountain Rally in a couple of weeks.

Leaving Arcadia, another trip up Pretzel Pass and Alligator Slide, Cty G and Eagle Valley and then on to Nelson for a Rum Cherry cone. Warren and Dan were there, two very pretty Triumphs having brought them down from the Twin Cities.

Out for a ride each day this weekend and other than the strong winds today, a little moisture wasn't that big of deal. Lovely grey skies, cool weather making layers very comfortable. Early October weather (some of my favorite) but it's still only August which means we're far from done for the season. Hopefully there will be enough more days and weekends like this before the snow flies.

Others say....

"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)