A Simply Ducky Little Ride

After one day to recharge, we were on the bikes again for ride #16. We went farther this time – 9.3k. We'll get to 10k someday – maybe.

The different thing was that we came close to ducks, or, rather, they came close to us as we were contemplating life on the bench near the end of the trail.

Somewhat synchronously, this was about the time that I wrote of a duck encounter two years ago. I had been sitting in the park while Sue and friends had a safe, outdoor  meeting during the early part of the pandemic somewhat upstream from me. Missy Mallard hopped on a log in the river and stretched and posed for quite some time, and this ↓ is one of the five photos from that post.

Yesterday, two years later, near ride's end, we were at our little rest and contemplate spot ↓  . . .

. . . when we spied two ducks ↓ just below us in the water.

They, by which I mean she, climbed up to near our bench.

She is in the lead

She got all of the way up the path and turned left.

When Mr Mallard saw us, he turned from duck to chicken and turned back, but he became quite anxious lost track of his love. Back down to the river went he, but he didn't know where she had gone. Oh dear! He was quite concerned. You can see him looking, below.

Eventually, as Sue and I were roaming around looking for pictures, they found each other and cutely waddled off together.

This ↓ is one of the non-duck photos that I took. I am looking across the river from near where the bench is located. If you are able see the foundation in the distance by the far bank, it is the remnants of an old lumber mill that many in the community still remember. It was gone, however, long before we moved here, 17 years ago.

Ride 16: August 16, 42", 9.3k, 156 cal, 118bpm, 13.2 k/h