October 19, 2020
To Comacchio
(Nota bene: today’s video will be posted later, maybe days later. It will have to to wait for a room with stronger WiFi. In the meantime, here’s a link).
The day begins with a scare when I forget that our room has a two step drop to the level of the bathroom. My foot slips off the front end of a step and lands hard with my leg taking the full force of my weight. I catch my balance and don’t fall, but my right knee is definitely unhappy with me. For a moment it brings back the memory of the time I ruptured the quadriceps tendon in my other knee a decade ago running down the stairs in the Trento train station. That didn’t happen this morning, thank god; but I’m definitely slowed down going down the stairs to breakfast. It’s probably a good thing that we don’t have a hill on our cycling horizon for the next five days.
Other than that, today is brilliant. It begins with visits to our last two mosaic sites, which again will wait for a separate post. It may take a while to get around to it - maybe I’ll bank it for an activity when the rains come.
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We’re on the road by a bit after 10. It’s sunny but still chilly enough for an extra layer. Looking ahead, that looks to be the case for as long as we stay in the north - lows in the high forties, highs around 60. It shortens the comfortable riding hours, but as long as the fair weather holds out it makes for excellent riding conditions. Once the rains really set in though it’s likely we’ll bail on the north and hop a train south to Puglia.
Our destination today is Comacchio, a small town I’d never heard of before scanning the map for a likely stop on our ride north. At the time, I was researching a possible route to Chioggia, the town at the south end of the Venetian lagoon. We were thinking we might bike up there and then use it as a base for a visit to Venice, which you can reach from Chioggia by a tragetto across the lagoon. We were put on to this idea by an American we were chatting with over breakfast back in Split. He said we really should go to Venice now, because there will never be a better time to see it again. Out of high season, minimal tourism, no cruise ships. He’s right, of course; and even though we dropped Chioggia from our plans, Venice is still there in the back of our minds - we could leave the bikes behind somewhere and take the train over to Venice for a few days when it’s too wet to ride. We’ll see.
Anyway, Comacchio. From its location and description, it sounds perfect. It receives praise for its unspoiled nature and its beauty, and is described regarded as a ‘little Venice’. Having visited a number of small towns with a pretty canal that they tout as making them like a little Venice, we don’t expect too much. We’re sure it will be fine though, as long as we can find a room and a meal. The ride itself is the thing.
The ride for the most part is brilliant. A flat, lazy 28 mile spin is just what the knee doctor ordered, and my knee is already feeling somewhat better by the end of the day. Most of the ride follows along or near the coastline, passing through one nearly deserted seaside resort or fishing village after another. The ride is particularly beautiful skirting the end of Piallassa Bay south of Porto Corsini, as we pass one striking scene after another.
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https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/3978-Actitis-hypoleucos
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Yeah, that was one of the top contenders, but I could not find a photo with plumage as dark as your photo.
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We break for lunch in Casal Borsetti, a small, nearly deserted seaside resort. We arrive just before 1, and Rachael makes it in to the only open store in town to pick up lunch just before the shop closes for afternoon break. On our way there I have a slight mishap, snapping off my mirror when I bike too close to a hedge. No catastrophe, but I’ll be riding mirrorless until we come to a town big enough to have a well stocked bike shop. Amazing that this has never happened before, really. One more thing to watch out for.
We take lunch on the side of the canal, lazily watching a lift netter repeatedly lowering and raising his net with limited success.
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Nice point about it being a kinder, gentler way to kill fish. They end up suffocating, but that was going to happen anyway. No sense impaling them first.
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North of Casal Borsetti we’re forced onto the highway for four miles, as we bike up the narrow strip of land between the sea and the large lagoon south of Comacchio. There’s no alternative to this stretch, and the narrow two lane highway is an unpleasant ride. If we were to come this way again I’d avoid this stretch and take the inland route instead, following the west side of the lagoon.
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Did you notice the lonely grey heron in the upper right corner?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_heron
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But hanging in the background makes it easier for him to blend.
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The final few miles are a delight, once we leave the highway and pass through Porto Garibaldi. The town is split by a navigable canal, with no roads crossing it other than the main highway. Happily though, there’s a small passenger ferry that shuttles across the narrow waterway. The fare, for two bicycles plus riders: 1.40 eu.
The remainder of the ride follows this same canal inland for three miles to Comacchio. We have a bit of mapping confusion when we arrive in town, and I think the final mile took us about half an hour - including an obnoxious cobblestoned detour in the wrong direction, as we both wondered why we had booked a room so far from the heart of town.
Once we arrive though, we’re immediately charmed and amazed. Comacchio really is a little Venice, laced with canals bridged with arched foot passages. It’s a beautiful place, and one that causes us to rethink our plans. Why are we in such a mad rush anyway, with one gruelling, flat thirty mile day after another? Comacchio looks like a fine place to stay an extra day and take a ride along the lagoon and canals. We change our plans and book a second night, happy with the thought that we can take our time exploring this unique little place.
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Ride stats today: 29 miles, 500’; for the tour: 1635 miles, 76,700’
Today's ride: 29 miles (47 km)
Total: 1,664 miles (2,678 km)
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I'm sure the decision to stay over an extra day in Comacchio will help it recover.
It's amazing what our brains & bodies accomplish every day .. calculating safe load-bearing angles and balance and etc. .. all while we're humming insurance company jingles.
And then all it takes for an injury is one design change that doesn't fit the brain's assumptions. (Bathrooms aren't supposed to be two steps down!)
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Conclusion I reached is if you can see behind you well, you will likely break your mirror occasionally, regardless of what kind it is. But riding on streets/highways, they are necessary.
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