Heading east on the Glacial Drumlin State Trail.
Yesterday I found out that I do not need surgery on my hip. Yay! I suppose I should back up and start at the beginning. Monday afternoon, I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and go biking on the Glacial Drumlin State Trail. I’d been out riding for almost two hours, and was heading back to the parking lot at the trail head. I was about 100 yards from the lot when I hit a patch of very loose gravel (on a turn). As I moved into the turn my bike skidded out from under me, and I landed very hard on my left hip.Continue reading Wipe out
When I first heard the hawk’s call, I was biking at a pretty good clip through a long wooded section of the Wild Goose Trail. I glanced up and saw two red-tailed hawks, flying side-by-side just over the trees above me. I kept pedaling, and about 30 seconds later, one of them called again. Looking up, the same two red-tails were following my pace, flying along directly overhead. Another minute or so down the trail, I heard a third call. Sure enough, both hawks were maintaining their flight position above me. I kept on pedaling, but didn’t see or hear them again after that.
About an hour and a half later, I was biking through that same wooded section of trail, on the way back to my car. My body was beginning to tire quickly, and I wondered if I had biked a little too far before deciding to turn back. Just as I needed some motivation, there in the middle of the trail was a hawk’s feather. I stopped and decided it was left there for me as a memento of the experience, and I thanked the hawks for their gift (of the feather and their brief companionship). It was all the inspiration I needed to finish my ride.
Panorama from the Wild Goose State Trail.