Mountain Goat Trail

Mountain Goat Trail Wooden Path

Last Sunday morning, my son and I rode the Mountain Goat Trail at Sewanee.  This was his first ride on a Rails to Trails paved bike path, and he very much enjoyed the largely motorway-distraction-free experience, as well as the opportunity to ride through wooded sections that felt “like the middle of nowhere.”  The trail starts near Woody’s Bike Shop in Sewanee and ends at the Dollar General Store in, I think it is, Monteagle.  No more than five miles, probably closer to 4.6, each way.

The route includes a few gentle hills, maybe two secondary road crossings and one crossing at Highway 41.  Parking’s available at the Sewanee trailhead where there’s also an informational marker discussing the history of the former railroad as well as a topographical map of the trail.  At one point, there’s a 90 degree turn where the trail is constructed of wood and elevated over a declevity and around a property line.  In another place, gravel and sand tends to wash across the bike path from an adjacent gravel/sand pit or quarry – that’s the property around which the trail turns with the wooden elevation.

My son managed managed all of the trail well on his Modikoso superbike except for the gravel and clumps of sand across the path from the quarry.  He had to dismount and push the bike over it.  I rode over it on the Jamis Supernova with no real concern.  On the way back, oddly enough, we found the hazard had been, it looked like, completely washed away.  Odd, because although there’d been slight precipitation during the intervening time, nothing that would clear the trail.  Maybe somebody from the quarry hosed it down?

Mountain Goat Trail Information

 

 

Framed Art for My Office

As mentioned in my previous post, here are some snapshots of some of the stuff I had framed to hang up in my office.  Two of the images – white-matted colorized photo and the layered photographic image of a young woman – were given me about 30 years ago by the artist, Marlene Davies.  Another’s some clippings I collected almost as long ago.  Then, there’re the poster I took from a telephone pole on NW 23rd Avenue, Portland, Oregon, and an uncut sheet of Madman Comics trading cards also acquired while I lived at Portland another longish time ago.

Marlene Davies' Scanner Art

Marlene Davies PhotoArt & Collage Clippings

Exclamation Man

Madman Uncut Card Sheet

Mystery Solved & Broken Pistol

Solution

Duh.  I’d overeaten at a Chinese buffet Friday night.  No wonder I didn’t feel like riding in the evening after I got home.  And Saturday’s lethargy is explained.  Maybe also why I nearly vomited two or three times Sunday morning.  Lesson learned.

Disappointing Machine-Part Failure

Astra_Constable_schem

Astra Constable Leftside

Also, Saturday’s impulse purchase – a nearly new-looking Astra Constable in .380 – broke Sunday afternoon at the range at about the 80th round.  The ejector/slide-catch part broke – a long, odd-looking part that when pictured in the exploding diagram (Numrich’s diagram – click it to visit their site) as part no. 19 resembles half of the Enterprise from Star Trek.  So bummed.  If the pistol proved reliable I’d planned to make it my go-to as it was inexpensive and I’ve got a good holster for it, plenty of .380 ammunition.  Most of the information I’ve found on the Astra Constable indicates it’s a pretty reliable firearm.  Maybe there was a labor dispute at Guernica on the day mine was made.  I knew the Astra was inexpensive; I didn’t know it was fragile.  So bummed.  Behold the broken part:

Astra Part No. 19 Broken

Freakishly Lazy Saturday

This was the view this morning from First Avenue Gallery, Winchester.

First Avenue Gallery

This has been, as the subject line above declares, a day wherein I’ve done little to exert myself physically.  I got up too late this morning to work out.  I failed to take a bike ride.  Didn’t take one yesterday at lunch or yesterday evening even though the weather was fair later on.  Ordered a book a friend of mine wrote to refute somebody he debated.

I drove to Winchester this morning to see Glenn at First Avenue Gallery to pick up some stuff I’d left there for him to frame (maybe tomorrow I will post snapshots).  I made an impulsive purchase for cash.  I looked at Ruger 10/22 rifles, a Springfield 911 and Rock Island “Baby Rock” – both in .380 caliber – at a couple of gun stores.  Both the Springfield and the Rock Island felt like they were made for my hand.

On the way home, I stopped by an estate sale in the neighborhood and found that the older gentleman who was moving out West with his wife had formerly owned the house where my family and I live.  I bought a USB film and slide scanner for $5 – another impulsive but useful purchase.  Back home, I spent a lot of time on the Internet researching my more expensive purchase and ordered a part for it.

Here are some pictures from a longish bike ride a couple of weeks ago – on a day when I got off my aging backside and exercised.  I’ve been riding the Orbea more often, lately.  The pink flowers pictured are fragrant like but milder than laundry dryer sheets.

Orbea at the Pump

Pink Flowers

Lunchtime Bike Rides

Supernova at Lunch

While it’s not ideal for beachwear-model levels of personal fitness, full-time employment and a positive orientation to family is not entirely incompatible with good health.  Most days, weather permitting (that is, if precipitation’s no more than a gentle mist or drizzle and the temperature is above, say, 50 degrees Fahrenheit), I’ll ride a bike on my lunch break.  My usual course is no more than 3 – 4 miles and doesn’t take very long to ride, depending on headwind and sometimes traffic.  The pictures included in this post are from yesterday’s lunchtime ride.

Lunch Ride Road