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.
My 3 cords of firewood were delivered and I set about stacking it to dry. I worked a little each day, in chunks. Partly because it was a good mental exercise break, but also because the heat was pretty serious at times.
There’s been volumes written about the merits of manual labor – in case you haven’t read any of it, the TLDR is that it’s good for you.
I most often stack my wood in silence, choosing to enjoy and absorb the sounds around me and the voices in my head. On one particular occasion, I decided to listen to some music via my Air Pods. It was different.
I was stacking my wood like usual, thinking about all the other things I had to do, what was currently wrong and all the other things that had to be sorted as my playlist churned out in the Air Pods. Gary Clark Jr’s live version of ‘When My Train Pulls In’ came on. I thought how amazing it was that I was walking back and forth in the middle of my yard, in the woods – in the middle of nowhere essentially – on a nice overcast day with a slight breeze keeping the bugs down and at the same time I was being steamrolled by the music this man was making – or channelling – in another time and another place.
As the solo in the song peaked, I realized that none of that stuff I was thinking about prior really mattered. That, indeed, there was no place I could be other than where I was right at that moment, doing what I was doing, because everything had led to that moment – there was no way things could be otherwise. There was no way I could be anywhere else, doing anything else, there, or in the Universe at large. Nothing could have changed the things that were wrong, or sorted what needed sorting, or finished what needed doing. I was supposed to be right where I was. So everything was alright – and couldn’t get alrighter.
That was my satori moment with Zen master Gary Clark Jr.
Went out on a road ride with @spoke_n_words because apparently these are still a thing. In typical form we managed to still ride some ‘non-road’ sections. I believe now that #gravel is a thing you can’t call them sectiONS, you have to call the sectORS, so we done rode some of those. I somehow managed even on my ‘road’ bike – #rollinon28s – which I think makes me an underbike commando. We also covered some bridges, seened some scenery and @spoke_n_words took some calls to do some day trading. Overall we rode some roads on the road bikes, but off-road as well. Some that might be considered #dirt or #gravel roads. We rode all the roads. We rode roads.
I’ve been riding on these river flats behind my house for 10 years. First time there’s been a no trespassing sign here. Conflicted. Want to respect the owner’s property but kind of bummed as well. I try to think of it from the perspective of if I had a bunch of land that people used. I’ve always tried to be respectful when on others’ property. I even pick up trash when I find it and cart it out. Will see what becomes of this.