I’ve been home for two weeks in a row now which seems unusual to me. I’ve been riding my bike for exercise almost every day and have logged 40 miles this week – not a lot for an avid biker but for a late middle age woman, it’s not bad. I have almost established a habit for my Saturday bike ride. My motto is “twice the distance at half the speed”. It makes for a relaxed and interesting ride since I plan to explore a bit or go somewhere different each time.
I live in a city that is full of mobile home parks and they are wonderful places to ride. On the weekend, there is almost no traffic to worry about once you enter a mobile home park and when you do meet someone they most likely are walking or riding in a golf cart, they wave. Saturday rides are not just for exercise, they are for calming the mind, stirring curiosity, and enjoying the sunshine and breeze (when you ride a bike there is always a breeze…). Come with me.
There are a thousand ways to do pretty much the same type of housing. If you don’t believe that, you need to ride through a mobile home park to convince yourself it is true. I’m not a big fan of mobile homes to live in myself, but I love to look at them, at their porches, their landscaping, their ramps, their weird colors, roof lines, windows. The mystery house of the morning was the usual basic shape but the street side had only a garage door. Both other visible sides had no entryways. What’s with that? There is a reason hermits don’t go to mhp’s to live, mainly that they are very social places and people live to decorate their entrances with pink flamingoes, flags, name signs and plants. But no visible entrance? I couldn’t figure this one out.
On to the next attraction – the champion camphor tree. Pictures do not do justice to its hugeness. Nature always inspires me and I am in awe looking at this tree. The sign explains.
Bradenton was on national news lately with heavy rains that flooded the area. This next picture shows a drainage ditch that filled to overflowing and did flood the parks that I rode through.
Commonly there is a fence of some kind around each park, but if you know where to find them, there may be gates or walkways connecting one to the other. I crossed a shaded wood bridge over the ditch to the next park.
Without having to cross any major roads or deal with busy traffic, I finally made my way through a small golf course to this destination. I love shakes…
One hour, ten miles – it was a great ride. Getting out and doing something active, just for the fun of it, is important for people of any age. I find it is essential for me. It made a wonderful morning, on a wonderful day.
Do you sense this need? What do you do that meets it? I’d like to know.
3 thoughts on “What a Wonderful Morning!”
I no longer own a bike, and I live in an urban neighborhood that’s more than 100 years old. My house is on a block with a double yellow line in the street out front, a traffic signal at each end, and a bus stop around one corner on a 6 lane street lined with businesses. That street has an island running down its center. As far as the eye can see.
For exercise, I walk. To the post office, the library, little grocery shopping trips. Dog walks. Starbucks. And once a week, I meet a friend to walk in a pretty place — either down at Mission Bay or in Balboa Park. It’s like a 4-mile vacation.
We find ways to enjoy our neighborhoods, as we should. It’s kind of urban for me too, but trailer parks make real safe places.
Safe seems especially important in an urban setting. 🙂