Once again, less riding this month... Knee still recovering from strain. Cold. Snow. Nowhere to even go. It's been a pretty crap end to an utterly crap year. I don't want to tempt the fates by making a statement like; Next year HAS to be better... because... you know... I'm sure it COULD be worse... But I am trying to stay positive and hope for a better new year... or at least a year that a bit less of a global dumpster fire!
Riding somewhere with Amanda. I probably should have wrote some commentary earlier in the month when I actually TOOK the photos...
Pretty sunset. Pretty lady.
More sunset
Sun rise.
Fog on the river.
The day before this, it was -2°C
The day after it went up to 0°C
But this Friday, when I had a physio appointment and then had to go back downtown with Keira for a Library run it was -20°C (with -30 windchill)!?
Yeah, that's actually me.
I made two trips out on Monday the 28th - on the way home from the first trip, I saw a duck on the river that I couldn't identify, but before I could get my camera out it dove under the water. On my way out to an appointment later, I saw the same duck under the same bridge an rummaged through my pocket for my camera. While I was doing so, a second one popped up from under the water, then a third! I still have no idea what kind of bird they are....
The city has been doing a pretty good job of clearing the snow from the Victoria Avenue separated bike lane.... except for here... apparently they decided it was cool for the adjacent apartment to use the bike lane as storage space for snow removed from their "parking lot"...?
Had to pick up another tub of drywall mud - the closest place I discovered was closed until the 4th and thus had to travel a little further afield. The Co-op Home Centre (10Km round trip) was the next closest place. That's a 18Kg tub of mud. It was a little off-balancing. Which made riding on snow and ice... interesting...
A couch. In the River. ON New Year's Eve. At first I thought someone just carried it down and chucked in in there... but there were no foot prints, and it would have been a long way to carry it from any building or from the nearest point a car or truck could park... someone must have dumped it in the river upstream and it actually floated down and washed up on the shore.
Alleyways. Less cars. Usually less ice.
Well... that's it.
Hopefully next year is better and we all get out for more rides.
