April 9, 2022
Old Folks at Home
We are in the land of Stephen Foster
ACTUALLY, many of the old folks are not at home. They are here in Live Oak FL, our base of operations for the next few days. I don't have an exact figure but the odds are that the median age is at least in the upper 60s. This is neither news nor unexpected.
And yet, they are here and riding, so all credit to them. Some are on trikes, some have motor assist fitted, but they are here and riding.
Today's ride tested their resolve, and their mettle. The route was a loop to the east of town, but by mid-morning a 15 to 20 mph wind had sprung up. Naturally it was a west wind, giving us a 15 mile slog directly into it to finish. It took me a while to realize, but I was really whacked by the time I got in. Now that I've seen to housekeeping and shower needs, life is better.
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This area has a connection to Stephen Foster thanks to the Suwanee River, which is mentioned prominently in the tune from which this entry takes its title.
The river winds through the area and I think we crossed it twice today.
There was a moment of irony, or paradox, along the way.
How does bulldozing trees to build a subdivision count as a "preserve"? Especially when the trees in question were themselves planted after the original native trees had been decimated years earlier?
Today's ride: 55 miles (89 km)
Total: 55 miles (89 km)
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