On our bike ride today, we stopped and regrouped in the parking lot of this little church.
The place is basically carved out of the woods. The new place, that is. I don’t know where the “old one” was, though. But you think about when that stone was ordered, sometime in the 1950s or later. Whoever placed the job, do you figure they were up against a per letter budget, or there was a committee or a severe case of writer’s block.
I chased her …
And I chased her for 34 miles …
Now, she’s riding pretty well right now, and I’m doing what I can to hang on, but I think my app might have malfunctioned. It says my maximum speed for today’s route was 452.4 miles per hour. And it thinks I did that for about four miles. The precision in the error is what I like. Point four.
And, finally, this picture:
What is significant about this picture? I took it at 8:37 p.m. It would be some time later before the sun went down. That’s a nice feature.
