Did you take that photo or Mitch, cause it is really good! Not only can you ride road, mountain, downhill, cx, and LOGS, but you can point a camera perty done good too. Sweet!
MOd that bidge was behind my house growing up. There was no I-29 or houses behind ours. Don't be a wuss I used to jump off it when I was a kid. Of course I wouldn't do it now! Heck I don't even like it when my bike tires are off the ground. As Tomac once said " if your in the air your not racing" I live by that motto....
Day three ended perfectly. I didn't have a camera, so let me try to paint the picture. Road ride (gasp) from Ameristar to Wabash trail head, via Manawa. Left the parkinglot around 6. It was cool in the trees and I thought I'd be in for a chilly ride. Ah, not tonight. A warm breeze was my companion. The sky was big and blue with drizzles of white frosting clouds that seemed to drain right into the sun. Riding east, I had to crane my neck so I wouldn't miss anything. The wheat field just before the sports complex was golden tan; the stalks swaying gently. Riding past the many soccer players, I was not envious of their play. Only glad they were outdoors, like me. Grrr, traffic. I'll fast forward to Manawa, where the cottonwoods are at their peek. Tall and golden-yellow like they'd just been dabbed in paint, they greeted me with their familiar scent as I crossed the footbridge to the park. Upon my entry, the sun slipped between the aspens, casting long shadows across the trail. So many colors. Needless to say it was a slow ride as I took in the sights and sounds and smells. I only turned around due to the dimming light but when I did, I knew it was going to be spectacular. The horizon was burning with neon pink and orange, fading into lavander and a crazy robin's egg blue. As I approached the Lewis and Clark musuem, I looked back at the hills and to my wonderment the moon had just crested and it was huge! So I did a lap around the parking lot and watched the moon rise. The east sky slowly turned a bluish plum and stars started to appear. I knew it was time to head back. As I did dusk bid me one last farewell, washing the day away it a windbath.
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Did you take that photo or Mitch, cause it is really good! Not only can you ride road, mountain, downhill, cx, and LOGS, but you can point a camera perty done good too. Sweet!
MOD orginal, I've takin' a ton of this bridge. It's just so damn cool. Every time I see it I want to climb it. But I'm too much of wuss!
MOd that bidge was behind my house growing up. There was no I-29 or houses behind ours. Don't be a wuss I used to jump off it when I was a kid. Of course I wouldn't do it now! Heck I don't even like it when my bike tires are off the ground. As Tomac once said " if your in the air your not racing"
I live by that motto....
I don't know about jumping of it! you need to change your motto to MOTO Jim. 'Cuz like the salsa guys say "If it ain't moto it's worthless!!!"
Day three ended perfectly. I didn't have a camera, so let me try to paint the picture. Road ride (gasp) from Ameristar to Wabash trail head, via Manawa. Left the parkinglot around 6. It was cool in the trees and I thought I'd be in for a chilly ride. Ah, not tonight. A warm breeze was my companion. The sky was big and blue with drizzles of white frosting clouds that seemed to drain right into the sun. Riding east, I had to crane my neck so I wouldn't miss anything. The wheat field just before the sports complex was golden tan; the stalks swaying gently. Riding past the many soccer players, I was not envious of their play. Only glad they were outdoors, like me. Grrr, traffic. I'll fast forward to Manawa, where the cottonwoods are at their peek. Tall and golden-yellow like they'd just been dabbed in paint, they greeted me with their familiar scent as I crossed the footbridge to the park. Upon my entry, the sun slipped between the aspens, casting long shadows across the trail. So many colors. Needless to say it was a slow ride as I took in the sights and sounds and smells. I only turned around due to the dimming light but when I did, I knew it was going to be spectacular. The horizon was burning with neon pink and orange, fading into lavander and a crazy robin's egg blue. As I approached the Lewis and Clark musuem, I looked back at the hills and to my wonderment the moon had just crested and it was huge! So I did a lap around the parking lot and watched the moon rise. The east sky slowly turned a bluish plum and stars started to appear. I knew it was time to head back. As I did dusk bid me one last farewell, washing the day away it a windbath.
Great story Roxz, as the saying goes.
Is this heaven?
No, it's Iowa............
I'm glad to see everyones gettin' out
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