You’ll never guess what I did yesterday. Go ahead – try.
You’re way off.
Ok, I’ll tell you. For the first time in 2013, I put ice cubes in my water bottle!
I’m thinking this should be an event I commemorate each year. It’s worthy of blog reports, music, speeches, and all manner of fanfare. It really is not possible to overdo the significance of having the temperature reach a point where ice cubes are necessary. It was wonderful.
(By the way, my apologies to the people of Wyoming, whom are now under about a foot of freshly fallen snow. Someday, Spring will come your way as well. I promise.)
I’ve been getting in quite a few local rides as of late and hopefully will get enough miles into my legs to make my upcoming 300K ride at least possible for me, if not comfortable. The trees are beginning to blossom and I noted with interest that DC’s famous cherry blossom trees are now in full bloom, three weeks later than last year.
I passed by some trees on my way to Neabsco Creek last night. I’m not sure if they are precisely the same species as the famous ones in DC, but they’re close enough in my opinion to warrant a photo. Imagine trees like this surrounded by thousands of people and you have the annual DC Cherry Blossom Festival. I think this was nicer.
Monday night’s ride was my first of the year in summer kit (shorts, half-fingered gloves, etc…). It was fantastic and it is always a pleasant sensation to see how much faster I can go in decent weather. My 18.4mph pace was by far the fastest of the year. Tuesday night’s ride was much slower due to the need to stop and take photos for your viewing pleasure (and for my recovery as well).
After the cherry trees, I made my way to a couple of marinas at the mouth of Neabsco Creek. The marinas were largely deserted at the late hour and I hoped the setting sun would make for some nice pictures. I shall let others be the judge of that.
My first stop was at the Pilot House boat shop which also serves as a business which sells used boats. You can see Neabsco Creek in the background.
And here is a view of the marina from the deck of the Pilot House.
A few hundred yards up the road I found an inviting plank and pedaled to the end of it. I was perilously close to the edge of the deck as I took this photo and briefly wondered what I would look like if I accidentally backed off the edge of it in my cycling kit. Comical, I suspect.
The view looking east. You can see the Virginia Railway Express bridge in the distance.
On my way home, I rode next to the creek, looking for signs of wildlife. Although I could hear all manner of creatures, a photographic moment didn’t present itself to me. I took this picture of the wetlands instead. It’s hard to believe this is less than two miles from the heavily trafficked Route 1 and I-95.
Historical Marker Segment!
You gotta stay on your toes in the historical marker business. The people who put these signs up are never done with their work. You think you’ve covered a stretch of road and have seen all there is to see, only to discover that a new sign has been erected. Such is the case here, where a new sign now stands at the entrance to a series of walking trails at Julie Metz Park. Travelers can now learn the story of the Lee family (including Light Horse Harry Lee, father of Robert E. Lee) and the plantation they built in this area in the in the 1700s.