Cobble Hill Ride

I rode out to a party on Saturday, and I sure wished I'd had some kind of saddlebags on my bike. I had to stop at the liquor store to pick up some coolers (couldn't show up empty-handed), and these got put into my backpack. It's not lined, and the weight and angle of that dang box on my back was truly unpleasant. But the ride to Cobble Hill was delightful. The weather is finally hot. I had my little red suede jacket on and wore the 3/4 helmet. When I tried to put the full-face job on I thought I'd pass out, and have to say that it felt soooo very constricting in this weather.

The party was for one of the teachers at Stu"ate Lelum. It was a birthday bash for a great woman who is leaving us for a principal ship in Tahsis... a good 4 hours away from here. I'd love to ride up there, but apparently a good long part of the way is simply gravel road and I doubt that the Little Hussy and I would enjoy that overmuch.

Karen had gone all out making us a splendid dinner that included salads, barbecued salmon and steaks, baked potatoes and well, let's just say that it was yummy beyond belief. I'd allowed myself two drinks before dinner, and then switched to water. I really enjoyed this gathering with the folks I've so enjoyed working with over the last few months. They are truly welcoming. Karen offered to let me stay overnight suggesting wine with dinner and finishing my coolers, but I opted for a ride home. Vic was planning to escort me home, and I had said I would call him. But it was a lovely warm evening and I knew I could make it home before dark if I left on time, so at 8:45 I made my goodbyes and headed out. I think I might have made it halfway, keeping my eyes open in case I saw Vic. I thought for sure he'd be looking for me too. It turns out he was, but he was looking for a rider wearing a black jacket and completely forgot that I was in red, and my black jacket was in his own saddlebag.

I got home, made Mom happy that I was back, and settled down to read forum mail. Vic got to Karen's discovered I'd left and turned around. He didn't regret the ride, because like I said, it was a gorgeous night to be out on a bike. There wasn't much traffic at all, and the air felt so very good. Ah, the riding life is really sweet!