Texting while riding.

Sundays are often good days for bike rides around here -- the traffic seems lighter.  Except that the parking lot was full at the church where I usually cut through to get across the bridge, requiring a route change.  I was just south of Ollie's Pond when my phone buzzed at me, the buzz that means it's receiving a text.  I pulled over and stopped to read it.  It was a greeting from my favorite grandson, and I took a few minutes to reply.  I sent him this photo to show him where I was and what I was doing.

It was a good ride, some time to spend alone contemplating the universe and such.