A WOBBLE OF BICYCLES


Yes folks, I took a thumb through my favorite book of terms of venery to come up with this entry.

During the RALPH tour, Wes and I encountered many interesting sights. On a pleasant country road between Standish and Au Gres was one example. We rounded a gentle bend to see that the trees contained a wake of vultures. We were concerned that we might be looking much worse than how we were feeling at the time. After a few more pedal strokes down the road, we rolled onto the point of interest for our creepy feathery friends. A raccoon had an unfortunate meeting with a car and had obviously lost. Curiously, next to the expired raccoon was a buzzard who shared a similar fate as the dearly departed, with the same result.

To the vultures was it:

A) a moral dilemma? “Gosh, that is Cousin Carl!”
2) a religious experience? “I wish to be one with Cousin Carl!”
c) poetic justice? “Dibs on Cousin Carl!”

As we rode along the Michigan shoreline we had to endure the constant squabble of seagulls. Through the countryside we encountered many ruminations of cows. Each campground held their own scurry of squirrels and ubiquities of sparrows. As we rode through less populous areas we were amazed at the growing rafter of wild turkeys. Outside of Alabaster we encountered a siege of herons. The heron rockery held many active nests. We could see fledgling herons stretching and exercising their new wings.

Sadly, just west of Tawas, we encountered a large snarl of motorcycles. This particular “rolling thunder” was loud and a little unruly. A few did not give Wes and I much respect and even less room on the road. Fortunately, by the time we arrived in Tawas the motorcycle storm had passed.

I will leave it up to Wes to tell you about the mask of raccoons we encountered on the trip.

Posted: Fri - July 28, 2006 at 04:29 PM      

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