I have no idea what the real name of these demons may be, but I call them Eyecatchers. By midsummer these wonders of Nature have grown to head height, reaching out with a full arsenal of prickly barbs to grab onto anything that passes by. When they begin to turn brown they become pretty easy to spot (and avoid), but when green they blend in with the more harmless stuff – lurking.

hazy summer morning

I wish this section of trail was longer…

A nice, sun-kissed morning ride. This will be the 3rd day this week that I’ve been able to ride in. When it’s gets to be late summer the narrow trail all but disappears under the drooping tall weeds. Pretty. but you end up all scraped up afterwards. This stuff is sharp.


I’ll have to remember to take this shot again in February…



On days that I choose a direct route to work, this railroad bridge represents the halfway point in the journey. Looking North (towards home) it’s all pavement – a good stretch of bike path with a short bit of road to get me home. Head South of here and it’s a mix of dirt access roads (courtesy of the Union Pacific) and abandoned rail lines. Quite fitting then that this shot features my Fargo, which does double-duty by switching between these worlds without complaint.

Let’s not dwell on the network of power lines dangling overhead. I really don’t want to think too hard about what if any side effects they may offer. Keep pedaling…..