There’s a perceptible undercurrent of tension in Back Creek today. I can’t see it, but I can feel it. Will Sandy hunt us down or pass us out to sea? We have friends on the coast so either way it’s not good. We feel protected and hopefully hidden away up here in Annapolis, but you never really know for sure.
The forecast was good for Thursday so when our friend Jim invited me to join his bicycle riding group I jumped at the chance. There are some beautiful trails here in Annapolis but I wasn’t sure about matching my boat atrophy with guys that ride every other day.
I had to dinghy over to where we left the bikes in Eastport, load my bike, and transfer it to the other side of Back Creek where Jim said to meet him at 8:45am for the ride to the meet the other guys. We headed out at a brisk pace on an overcast misty morning, and soon I was beginning to feel every day I sat at the wheel steering Escape Velocity. After a couple of miles I seemed to find my bike riding form and realized that I could hang with these guys.
But just barely. We had a pathfinder Jim, and a sag wagon…me. Creek after isolated creek we rode around. This is a beautiful place.
Obligatory photo op at Thomas Point.
A country lane, fall leaves, and a good bike under me. If it weren’t for Sandy creeping up the coast I’d be quite content.