Another dawn ride in the Sunshine State. Really, given the heat and humidity, it really is the best time to pedal. Plus, my parents live just far enough from the ocean that I can start just before sunrise and, within a few minutes, be treated to scenes like this:
That, from a place called Hammock. And this from, appropriately, Painter's Hill:
At that time of morning, one finds more surfers or fishers than swimmers. (Leave it to me to be, as always, a minority--both as a swimmer and cyclist!) When you're up before most other people and throw yourself at a great expanse that seems like infinity, it's hard not to wonder about the meaning of it all:
As it turns out, the woman in the second photo was watching her daughter:
As my mother is not, and never has been, a cyclist, surfer, swimmer or fisher, we have a different mother-daughter relationship. It was still more than welcome at the end of today's ride, in which I managed to beat the midday heat and afternoon rain.
That, from a place called Hammock. And this from, appropriately, Painter's Hill:
At that time of morning, one finds more surfers or fishers than swimmers. (Leave it to me to be, as always, a minority--both as a swimmer and cyclist!) When you're up before most other people and throw yourself at a great expanse that seems like infinity, it's hard not to wonder about the meaning of it all:
As it turns out, the woman in the second photo was watching her daughter:
As my mother is not, and never has been, a cyclist, surfer, swimmer or fisher, we have a different mother-daughter relationship. It was still more than welcome at the end of today's ride, in which I managed to beat the midday heat and afternoon rain.
