In an extremely unusual twist, yesterday went as planned. We did go on on a bike ride and we did do laundry! Check. Check.
The High Trestle Trail from Madrid to the bridge stretches through some shady areas with deep ravines on either side and some open country. At each end of the bridge are two forty foot towers that, according to the plaque, "speak to the cutting and slicing from natural forces that formed this river valley." In front of the tower, you see my adorable bike with its wicker basket. The pinwheel fastened to the front of the basket isn't very visible in this picture. Some 'serious' bikers in head-to-toe matching spandex, gloves, shoes, etc. look at it rather askance, but what do they know?
The High Trestle Trail from Madrid to the bridge stretches through some shady areas with deep ravines on either side and some open country. At each end of the bridge are two forty foot towers that, according to the plaque, "speak to the cutting and slicing from natural forces that formed this river valley." In front of the tower, you see my adorable bike with its wicker basket. The pinwheel fastened to the front of the basket isn't very visible in this picture. Some 'serious' bikers in head-to-toe matching spandex, gloves, shoes, etc. look at it rather askance, but what do they know?
I can't speak to what the country is like beyond the bridge since there is no way in hell I am crossing it. It is a half mile long and at the center you are thirteen stories above the river. You are, because I'm certainly not. I can admire the wonderful sculptures framing the bridge just fine from one end. Here Butch and Harriet return from crossing.
After a pose with my lucky husband, we returned to Madrid, made a short visit to the Flattire Lounge, and headed back to camp. Ken and Harriet left on their BBQing adventure--cooking all night with a team, minding the smoker, planning the presentation of succulent bits of pork, chicken, and beef, surrounded by glowing fires and murmurs of secret recipes, and we headed for the local laundromat. I will just say that laundromats are the same everywhere.
Some interesting folks camping here-besides us, I mean. Two sisters are across from us in a 13-foot Scamp, one from Kansas and one from Wisconsin, meeting in the middle for a little quality sister time. At the other extreme, RV-wise, there is a motorhome here that is so big, it has three air conditioners on the roof. I think it creates its own ecosystem.
Some interesting folks camping here-besides us, I mean. Two sisters are across from us in a 13-foot Scamp, one from Kansas and one from Wisconsin, meeting in the middle for a little quality sister time. At the other extreme, RV-wise, there is a motorhome here that is so big, it has three air conditioners on the roof. I think it creates its own ecosystem.
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