I rode my (pedal-powered) mountain bike down to the river and back yesterday. It was only a bit less than 15-1/2 miles, round trip, yet it felt like more. It's bad enough with the elevation difference between my home and the riverbank, but it's all of the ups and downs in between that get my attention.
Edited to include: Photos taken at Lock & Dam 21
Do you reckon Mark Twain (note the Mark Twain Barlow in the photo) ever envisioned anything like this when he wrote about the Mississippi River adventures of Tom & Huck?
Don't mind me. I'm just re-living my 12th birthday, when I lived right across the river in this spot. There, I attended Willow Bend School - the one-room schoolhouse, for sixth grade and dreamt about rafting this big ol' river. Gigging jumping frogs was on my to-do list back then, but I seem to have never gotten around to that. The schoolhouse was washed away in the flood of '93, but my memories still stir now and then.
Long live The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.
The flood last month left some momentos of its own. The skies were clear upon my arrival on this morning, but soon the wildfire smoke settled in.
So, that's my tribute to Mark Twain for this week. Be safe & enjoy your day.