Hell, why not.
Today was awesome. Beautiful weahter, wonderful spelling, and to top it off, I was glad I diddnt walk out on my job yesterday because today I found out I had damn near three weeks of paid vacation accumulated I need to burn off.
Got off work, loaded up the bike, and headed downtown to a section of trail that ended up not even being open yet.
caught these
old 27, a treat.
found this here lovely building. If I had the cas$ money I would fo sho scoop it up and turn it into something awesome.
Moreso than it already is. And by this I probably mean leave it the way it is except to be allowed access into it at will; but perhaps this takes away the exciting danger element.
I rode around to the end of a trail where it just submerged.
sometimes you follow a path
which leads to a trail
that gets washed away...
Solution?
Climb through the brush with your awkward bike and find another way around while trying to not slip down the hill that is still utterly saturated with water from several days of heavy rainfall.
And you just might discover something like this
I have reason to believe that I have been the only person to have been there in a little while. I am often wrong, however, and this isn't even really all that important.
I followed a path (there were quite a few)
but had to walk my bike since it's a singlespeed that is not geared for squishy terrain with thin, slick tires.
...And out of the blue (read, green) appears this clearing with a 'Significantly Placed Stone' in it
Upon which I leaned my mighty velocipede and made a few phone calls to people who did not answer.
Logic dictates that in these situations silly and awkward voicemail messages must be left. And such a thing was done.
As the portable telephone was being put to use, I sat upon the 'Significantly Placed Stone' and kicked it with this dude who wanted to ask me for a square but I believe pegged me as a non-smoker.
After getting turned around for a bit, I happened upon a residential neighborhood of some pople with modest income.
Nah man these folks had stacks.
Kept following the roads that did not have 'DEAD END' signs and found myself on a very hilly and rough path. When I ran into some walkers down the road it turned out that It wasnt a bike path at all.
My b
Did I mention I had no idea where the hell I was all this time (for the most part)?
. I hooked up onto a familiar trail and started running into scenes such as this.
I continued and ended up in North Minneapolis, twister epicenter. I diddnt want to be a rubbernecker or a gawker and I wanted to respect the people who had lost so much, so it was pretty much in and out.
former bus station
I took Plymouth Ave to washington and zipped around downtown probably looking a tad bit silly with my recent accumulation of storm wood, but the sticks smell good and have a pretty purple inside so whatever. Jumped on the greenway and ran into BRose
who hooked it up with apples and oranges as we hung out in the freewheel bike shop space with a few other heads.
peaced out, headed home, and got onto this here computer to bring this useless information to my perhaps two viewrers. Go waste your time somewhere else! Get a life!
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