This morning I rode under more of the haze that blanketed yesterday’s ride. That’s one reason I limited my saddle time to the morning: Even before I heard the weather advisory, I knew the air quality wasn’t good. Also, the forecast included heavy thunderstorms for this afternoon.
That’s the sky I saw at the end of my ride, as I made the turn onto Crescent Street. Just as I reached my door, I heard the first rumbles of thunder!
I have just ridden to Point Lookout, again. Here, and in other coastal locales, one can ride under overcast skies, or into a misty horizon with no threat of rain.
But today’s haze is something else: smoke from the massive fires that have burned in much of western North America.
The haze has been the backdrop of my ride, from my apartment
to the Jamaica Bay Refuge
Rockaway Beach
and here, drawing a curtain just beyond Point Lookout.
So I took a ride to Greenwich, Connecticut. Along the way I felt I was playing hide-and-seek with the sun and clouds. The clouds caught up at the Greenwich Common, where they retreated behind the Veterans’ Monument—and trees like the ones on the Connecticut state quarter—in full bloom.
