The Foothills Parkway is a retreat of sorts. I have the opportunity to be on “high” ground and it feels closer to the heavens above – in some small way. Certainly I enjoy the views and the ability to get away from the rest of the world around me.

This Sunday, my trek across the Foothills was just beautiful, but a little loud. Well, sorta-kinda. While asking the Big Guy and the powers-at-be for some assistance, motorcycles passed me en masse. Literally. I experienced more than 140 to the top of the Parkway and another 120 coming back down. Whoa. I suspect the wet Saturday created a ton of pent up energy to “ride.” And rideth they dideth. Ok then. Sunday was grand. Except that I had to work – and that wasn’t very much fun. I did ride – and that was fun. Nothing else to add.
Ride oneth.