What were you doing today in years past?
Mo is in town, which is prodigious. She is never here. We did the usual and pedaled our bikes to “the bench” as we call it, or some of the locals would know it as the BLM parcel. I stopped to interrogate her on a flower since she is a smarty pants plants wiz.
“What? No way”, I uttered.
“Showy I think”
Turns out she was right.
As our ride went on, I thought back to when we first moved to Livingston and the subsequent walking around I did to get the “lay of the land”. And how I found this place to ride and to expeditiously to get out of town. And that is what we were doing. Just going out for a quick and dirty.