Cambronne
06-04-01, 01:47 PM
Saturday I rode a dawn patrol up to our nearby reservoir... it's a very large man-made lake, very pretty. The round trip is 55 miles, and is punctuated at the halfway point by a ride across a long, tall dam. The view from the dam is great... I can see the outskirts of my city off in the distance.
It was one of those daybreaks that begins at 50 degF, windbreaker and long glove weather... but by the time I reached the West Dam recreation area, temps were up into the mid 60s with a warm sun in a cloudless blue sky... I love this time of year, and I love this time of morning.
I rolled into the rec area and parked at one of the concrete picnic tables at the water's edge... the place was deserted. I had a snack and a lot of water, then I laid atop the picnic table in order to gaze at the sky. I pulled off my windbreaker and rolled it up as a pillow... and driffffffffffffted away.....
I could have laid there all day, dozing under the warm sun. I drifted back to consciousness just as a dark shadow crossed my face...
I openned my eyes... and saw what appeared to be an angel... (I'm Jewish. We don't have angels. This sure looked like one tho...) It was a huge winged shape, silhouetted black against the light, hovering between the sun and my eyes. The sunlight that filtered through its wingtips and tail took on a golden glow...
Soundlessly, it was gone... I was just about to sit up, when, there it was again... and again...
I looked around, then sat bolt upright, all gooseflesh and heart pounding. My "angels" were actually great big Georgia buzzards... enormous black vultures with reddish, featherless heads. The smell of putrefaction typically rings their dinner bells... but sometimes they'll attempt to nibble on sleeping dogs, alligators, even the odd scarecrow. (It's eerie when I cycle past a dumpster, and twenty-odd buzzards follow me with their eyes... apparently afraid of nothing.)
Evidently, as I lay motionless on the picnic table, a nearby flock of them had been dispatched to check me out... There were three of them, shining black, metre+ wingspans... circling and soaring. I watched them swoop through the trees until they were nearly out of sight. Then I mounted up and rode away... making sure that I displayed enough motion as befits a still-living creature.
Another moment's slumber and I've awakened face to beak with one. I'd have offered him one of these nasty PowerBars... and as he choked and gagged on the thing... I'd have made my escape.
It was one of those daybreaks that begins at 50 degF, windbreaker and long glove weather... but by the time I reached the West Dam recreation area, temps were up into the mid 60s with a warm sun in a cloudless blue sky... I love this time of year, and I love this time of morning.
I rolled into the rec area and parked at one of the concrete picnic tables at the water's edge... the place was deserted. I had a snack and a lot of water, then I laid atop the picnic table in order to gaze at the sky. I pulled off my windbreaker and rolled it up as a pillow... and driffffffffffffted away.....
I could have laid there all day, dozing under the warm sun. I drifted back to consciousness just as a dark shadow crossed my face...
I openned my eyes... and saw what appeared to be an angel... (I'm Jewish. We don't have angels. This sure looked like one tho...) It was a huge winged shape, silhouetted black against the light, hovering between the sun and my eyes. The sunlight that filtered through its wingtips and tail took on a golden glow...
Soundlessly, it was gone... I was just about to sit up, when, there it was again... and again...
I looked around, then sat bolt upright, all gooseflesh and heart pounding. My "angels" were actually great big Georgia buzzards... enormous black vultures with reddish, featherless heads. The smell of putrefaction typically rings their dinner bells... but sometimes they'll attempt to nibble on sleeping dogs, alligators, even the odd scarecrow. (It's eerie when I cycle past a dumpster, and twenty-odd buzzards follow me with their eyes... apparently afraid of nothing.)
Evidently, as I lay motionless on the picnic table, a nearby flock of them had been dispatched to check me out... There were three of them, shining black, metre+ wingspans... circling and soaring. I watched them swoop through the trees until they were nearly out of sight. Then I mounted up and rode away... making sure that I displayed enough motion as befits a still-living creature.
Another moment's slumber and I've awakened face to beak with one. I'd have offered him one of these nasty PowerBars... and as he choked and gagged on the thing... I'd have made my escape.
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