Crossing Guard

There was a crossing guard at the intersection down from our house this morning.

It wasn't actually this guy. Looked like a younger male. He had a little black mohawk of feathers up over his head. Damn turkeys are really stubborn. Every car waited and went around him. He never budged.

Took Gretchen on another ride this morning. Turns out last Sundays ride was actually three miles. Today we went 4.5. Will probably keep it there for a week or two to be sure she's ok with it.

Through a field she ran out beside me as if to say "Look at me! This sure is fun!", then dropped back behind me before we turned into the single track. At least I hope that's what she was thinking.

I had forgotten what early morning rides were like before you've had any coffee. The vision and reaction times can be a bit dull. Makes for some interesting situations.

- b