Bike Ride

I took a bike ride yesterday out to the mailbox to mail a postcard and letter. If your name is Laura or Grandma, you'll recieve one! Anyway, during the five-mile ride out I saw some of the prettiest sights! It's always pretty out here and I never cease to enjoy the beauty of it. The clouds were blowing in with the whipping wind which was also making the flowers bow up and down along the white road. I hit this sandy part in the road and it almost unseated me. It grabs you and pushes your tires around so that the tire tracks behind you look like a drunken sailor came careening through. The mail safely placed in the mailbox, I took off down Red Rock Road toward the refuge. There's some old buildings and corrals along the road down there. There I sat underneath the aging cattle shoot, marveling at the peacefulness of it all. As I turned around to leave, I saw a fox almost float across the road. I've never seen one before! They sure move quickly! I road home to the squeaking reproach of the little sage rats who felt indignation at my presence. They're everywhere!