Your random thoughts on wandering?

Boredom in Lansing causes the mind to wander in the search for something, anything, to post.

I tend to wonder around.

Actually, when I get bored I usually walk out the door and just wander somewhere on my bike. When my body is wandering, my mind does too.

I love to wander on the bike. I still see things I have not noticed before. Today I found a cycling friend I have not seen all summer. I lead wandering rides with others once in a while. Last weekend I ended up turning a 30 mile ride into a 45 mile ride because I was wandering. I made up a loop just by heading in the right direction. Only one person complained, he has not been riding much this summer. I have a good sense of direction so I know more or less where we even on strange roads. Some people I know are the same, some get lost instantly. I think having a good sense of direction makes wandering more fun. Most of my riding friends wander with me once in a while.

Boredom in Burlington causes the mind to respond to other people's posts despite that he considers them boring.



I wander the long way home on my daily commute when the weather is exquisite, which describes most days this September.

I find this OP more interesting and relevant to living car free than the usual posts of macro and micro economic diatribes about oil, automobiles and home ownership. It is just a surprise coming from the source.

Perhaps then you would be so kind as to either contribute to the topic or butt out? I'm sure you've had some interesting wanderings that you could share with us.

Datz right, I forgot that you consider yourself the monitor of what should or should not be posted on LCF, and who should post what. Sorry!

Attached are pictures of my wandering in the Philadelphia area last week, including the dedication of a 911 memorial to 3 Philadephians killed at the WTC. It is right along the MUP in Center City.

It looks like you had a great day. Did you just wander across the dedication ceremony, or had you intended to go there?

I once wandered across a very moving ceremony. A small group of homeless people were trhowing flowers into the Grand River at Old Town in Lansing. I stopped discreetly to watch. They were honoring a friend who had been murdered and dumped into the river. They were at the site where police had discovered their friend's bike in the river, just upstream from where his body was discovered. There's still a wooden cross and a little sign where the homeless people hang out near the river banks.

I had intended to go downtown by bike. I read about the planned dedication and timed my wandering to be there at the appropriate time.

I wander around sometimes up in the coast range logging roads. Other than that, if I'm riding I probably have a destination in mind.

I may have a destination in mind...but that doesn't mean I won't get side tracked. We were out for a small group ride a couple of weekends ago and someone mentioned a new ice cream/coffee shop/cafe had opened up in a small town a mile or so off the regular route. Took the detour, never made it back to the original route.

Aaron

Wandering seems to be a lot easier on a bike, no matter how you define it...

It's more worthwhile. I like to walk that way, too, though.

When I was in high school and college, I used to accompany a friend on who ran marathons on my bicycle while she trained. I carried her water and provided her mother a sense of comfort while she was out running on farm roads during the peak of harvest. I never knew where she was going, I stayed back a few feet and just followed, we rarely spoke. Looking back, those were probably some of my favorite rides ever. It wasn't exactly wandering, but I wasn't trying to get anywhere, just riding, watching the wheat wave in the wind as it swirled around the hills.

I wander all the time. Only when I'm trying to consciously push my performance the entire ride do I stay on set routes (and I only do these runs once or twice a week). I usually run into a stall vendor I haven't seen before and buy a piece of fruit, or I find a new hotspot for cow dung. Either way, learning the neighborhoods is fairly rewarding for me.

If I'm not commuting I'm most likely just wandering, I usually have a destination in mind and eventually I might get there, but occasionally I end up somewhere else, sometimes in a completely different part of town than the intended destination. My wandering rides are always my best rides

Kenya has to be a fantastic place to wander. Why do you want to find cow dung?

Your post reminded me of some of my own wandering. I do most of my riding in the city, but almost every early autumn I wander out into the countryside until I find a roadside stand that sells fresh tomatoes. I load up my big bacpack with tomatoes--about 15 pounds worth.

As soon as I get home I make and freeze a quick sauce. All winter, I have sauce that tastes like summer, and also reminds me of that beautiful warm day when I rode my bike out of the city to get the tomatoes. Here's my recipe:

Wandering is great. I've seen some of the coolest stuff while wandering.

One thing is great now days is to wander using Google Maps or Google Earth. Rather then take the time when it's short and potentially get myself into a time crunch I'll go home and scope out exactly where that road went, or if there is an alternate route form here-to-there and next time I can take it and see what it's like.

I was examining a common route I took in Google Maps satellite view and saw something strange, an apparent MUP like oval about 1/4 mile in diameter right smack dab in the middle of a neighborhood I cut through all the time. Hadn't a clue it was there. The next time I went up the long steep gravel drive to find it. No signs, all kept up, a 12' wide concrete oval with a small soccer field right in the middle of it and a few picnic tables by it. Not a clue who owns it or whether it's open to the public. The cities web site doesn't list it as a park. Never would of found it without looking on GM. I tore around it trying to see how fast I could go without a worry of hitting anyone or car traffic. I still visit it once in a while.

Fuel for cooking/heating I would suppose. Or fertilizer.

I thought there was an almost limitless supply of cow dung right here on the internet.

I think it's time to check the ripeness of the plums on a tree I pass on my way home from Dallas.

i used to wonder i wondered on the wrong street one day and brfore i realized what happened i was married with to kids. Now i just wonder how that happened. any clues?