|Sullen skies and loads of solitude.|
Farmers were cruising the gravel roads in pick-up trucks- real working man's pick-ups, mind you - Looking anxiously at their crops which are needing to dry down more before the farmers get the big harvesting machines out and the roads become choked with semi-tractor trailers and the monstrosities of agricultural machinery.
Meanwhile, the 'neeker-breekers' and chirping-buzzing insects are all that you hear out here in the country. The birds have largely vacated the area now. Oh sure- some small flocks were seen flitting in their choreographed flights from wires to fences, and a lone Red Tailed Hawk got up for a short cruise while I was out, but for the most part, it feels desolate.
I tried to stay ahead of this tractor pulling a wind-row machine, but the driver eventually passed me with a wave. Sage Road going North here.
There was a head wind to contend with going North, but it wasn't that big of a deal. What was surprising was just how dusty it has gotten again. The roads are bone-dry, very dusty, and my bike got pretty dirty. The farmers in their trucks all slowed down when passing me by, which was thoughtful. I really appreciated those gestures.
|A moment of 'almost Sunshine' coincided with the passing of these Prairie Sun flowers.|
|One of my favorite spots on Sage Road.|
I wasn't really all that motivated to ride Sunday. I don't know if it was the weather, the time of year, or what it was. But it took everything I had to just get the bike out and turn the pedals. I was sure that I'd only go a short way, but as it works out many times I feel this way, I end up deciding that 'maybe a little further would be okay', and I end up riding a fair amount after-all. And as always, I was very glad I did go after the ride was over.
|Soon this golden hue will be replaced by browns and greys.|
Besides the nice people that slowed down to pass me without enveloping me in a thunderhead of dust, I saw an older lady toiling away in her yard. She gave a hearty wave as I passed by. So too did a couple of other folks I saw out in their yards. Somehow those waves and smiles do something good for my heart. I'm not sure how that works.
I just know that it does.
I think you hit the nail on the head with the last bit there about the wave being good for the heart. Nonverbal communication goes a long way out on them gravel roads. The 'wave', head nod, raising a couple fingers off the steering wheel to acknowledge you goes a long way in my mind. It gives me a good feel if I feel welcome out there...or not.
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