a fall ride
So I just got into work. Per usual, today I cycled here. It's about a 7 to 8 mile trip. Today was especially good for it, the bike path was empty and best of all, I had a 15 to 20 mph tail wind. My nano playing alienated and angry 80's music in my head and the path opens up onto the lake. The wind has created enough chop in the water that it's a grey with vague greenish quality color. In Chicago, that means there's been a lot of wind for a long time. Anyways, the first wave hits the shoreline protections and right in front of me and blasts about a 15 foot spout of water up and across the bike path, almost soaking me. It's not often that we get surf out in the flatlands, so I giggle and start dodging the spouts. 20 minutes later, I'm sitting here in my office. My bike clothes & especially my shoes and socks are fairly soaked. I'm still a bit wet, grateful I had (dry) work clothes in my bag and I'm smiling. Endorphins and surf, what a cool time....then I remember this weekend's experience of eating french fries cooked in duck fat. Life is good.