Rolled around the ‘Backyard’ a bit. No one had eaten my Twizzler, so I did.
Busted out for a quick coffee along the river.
Got out for a ride in the backyard. It not all glamour and scenic vistas. Picked up a bunch of trash as well. People are dumb.
Out on a ride in my local and along the ATV trail someone had cleared a chunk of trees to provide access to a natural spring via a pipe. There was a rather nice ceramic mug on a post, presumably for passerby. Someone had taken the time and effort to set this up running off of what is definitely private property. What. A. Rad. Thing. To. Do. I wanted to write a note to say thanks, but didn’t have anything with me. I had my last Richard Sachs Twizzler with me, so I left that as a trail mojo offering to the spring owner, or next passerby. Enjoy, random person. The Universe has got you.
Waiting out the rain. For real, not a metaphor. Though sometimes in the metaphoric sense too. And that’s ok. “It can’t rain all the time.”