Wildwood 

Just out horsing around on a gorgeous day.


I have yet to meet the horse that can shovel pucky, change the straw or lock the gate before bedtime. No wonder the fool always has this Vacancy sign out. Sheesh - silly people.

Look at that blue sky. Light breeze + cool temp, too.

Best part of the ride. I’m grunting & huffing my way up the steep final climb home. 5-6mph, lowest gear. See the ‘crazy dog lady who talks to herself’ walking down the hill on my side. Without her dogs. As I wish her a good day, she lights up and says, “yellow man, yellow man - he must be a happy man.” And carries on. I wasn’t wearing anything yellow, only the bike. Kept grunting uphill in bedazzled wonderment. Sorry - no pic.