June winds down.

 I’m still working on this birthday bike ride thing.  Progress has been slow, both endurance and speed have been diminished by the passing of time.  Or more honestly, by the lack of activity required to maintain those skills.  I’ve cursed the wind, my legs and my age quite frequently this month, but my geriatric body has also taken me and my bikes to some amazing places that I haven’t seen from the seat of a bicycle for years.  The old one room schoolhouse is north of Kirk Park by a couple of miles.

Port Sheldon Party Store is a frequent stop.

Kirk Park on my longest ride so far.

This guy keeps showing up in odd places.

My most striking take away from this venture is how long it takes to recover from big efforts.  I even talked to my doctor about how tired I am after long rides, and for how long.  She ran a bunch of blood tests, the result being that I am tired after a long ride because I took a long ride.  Sigh.