I came home from work yesterday full of it. Thought I would go for a nice big ride and catch up a bit what with having not ridden on Saturday due to other commitments or on Sunday due to weather. I thought 50 sounded a good round number.
But first I needed to take care of the puppies and clean the kennels and feed the rest of the dogs and let a few of them get a little time in the back yard. So I did not even roll out of the drive 'til nearly 5:00. Still it was a very nice evening. And them I remembered that I promised the next time I went for a decent ride, that I would take and post some pics. So I went back to the house and stole Lovey's camera. And then back out the door, still thinking a big fat ride.
When I got to my turn off to Riverdale Road, who should drive up but Son Chris, who was on his way back home from a job interview with the Oklahome Highway Patrol. So of course, we sit in the middle of the road and yack it up for a few minutes. And then off we go again, him home to catch up on his rest, and me on my way down Riverdale Road. It's a way nice night and I stopped several times to take some pictures.
This is the bike on Monkey Business Bridge. It's the one the boys were swinging on and making jungle sounds the first time I rode over it. We've had a lot of rain, the Finley River below is normally nice and clear and about five feet lower than in this picture. Yesterday would have been a good day for a float trip for the adventurous sort.
This is the Finley River Valley. It's pretty lush this time of year.
More Finley River Valley. Back when I kept running hounds, I had a pup out of Finley River Queen. The Finley River dogs are a very well known line of Treeing Walkers. Very good coon hounds. Riding in this valley helps me remember other times.
I took several pics of springs that were running way big yesterday, sadly none of them are worth a crap. The only other thing I saw of note when I thought about using the camera was these. hmmmmm. Anybody missing anything? This is the right age group and all....
So anyway, I keep on riding on into Nixa. By now I'm out of water, so decided to run by Lovey's Curves store and refill. It's now about 7:20. She is still there and closing up. I refill, chat her up a while, carry out the trash and generally help close up shop. She heads on to Wally World and then to home, with instructions to me to get going that way too. Which I promptly ignored and headed back north, away from home. I finally get far away enough from home that if I turn around and head that way, I'll have my fifty by the time I'm back. So back south. It's now a little after 8:00 and I'm hungry. So I stopped and had a grilled chicken sandwch and a coke and filled bottles again.
Now, it's getting good and dark. Which to me is no big thing, I've got a blnkie and a nice headlight. So on down the road I go. But just as I cross the Finley heading back home, my phone rings. It's one fairly P.O.'d Lovey, calling from home, wondering where I am and giving me hell for riding on Highway 160 after dark. Like I'm going to turn into a pumpkin or something. She made me feel so bad when she accused me of trying to make her a widow, that I let her come get me. It was about 9:30 when she found my sorry ass and drug me home. When we got there, I got the last word though. For a change. My niece and her boyfriend had driven down from Springfield. They saw me riding along and she actually commented to her boyfriend wondering if that was me they saw riding. The comment that ended my catching hell was them answering me asking if they could see me with "Yeah, we saw you from a long way, we thought maybe a cop had somebody pulled over or something!" So I guess my light is bright enough. At least for me, never for Lovey though.
When I checked the odo at home, it read 38 something. So that's how 50 miles worth of intent got me 38 and in big trouble.