|This all looks like too much work|
Or I could have stayed another hour. Could have, diidn't. This interior, btw, I do not find reassuring.
|1929 Ford Racer|
|I believe this is a 1968 Camaro|
|1999 Plymouth Prowler|
I thought this Prowler trailer was adorable. Wouldn't fit a bike whole, but looks like it could hold a lot.
|Most likely to be found undigested among my remains|
And speaking of bike. By the time sweat was dripping into my socks I wanted to hit the cool of a shaded bike trail. The trouble with shade is that it means trees, which means insects and any manner of woodland creatures.
You've got your meth addict rabbits, your OCD hole digging chipmunks, the occasional snake, deer, used to be quite a few cranes, although not on this trail, and I imagine coyotes, bobcats, lynx and wolves...I dunno, feral cats.
This trail, The Sugar River Trail, is more dirt than crushed stone and sports many a hole and all that entails. The side roads are tempting, but teaming with ballsout high schoolers in pick ups and family SUVs and all that entails.
But the one thing I did not expect to see were two black bears hightailing it across the trail.
The Wisconsin DNR says "...consider yourself fortunate if you chance to see one."
Fortunate? Chance to? What were they doing there in the first place, looking for sky blue waters? Well keep looking, bears you'll find no sky blue waters here unless you jump in someone's pool.
Meanwhile, I've got some bear balls, I mean bells. How far do you think this will get me?