I like to get up early to ride my bike. This means I can get through town before the streets get busy and there are fewer people to laugh at me as I peddle all red-faced and sweaty up the hill wearing my goofy shorts and bicycle helmet.
Before long I’m humming down
Poleline Road. This is good because there is very little
traffic out through the fields and bad because there are TRUCKS. In the spring the trucks are hauling potatoes
from the spud cellars to be processed into everything potato. This time of year the trucks haul wheat with
a few tandem logging trucks loaded with trees for added adventure.
I can hear them long before they come rushing by; nearly blowing me off the pavement in their wake. This helps me focus and cuts down on lollygagging.
However, this morning there was a sunrise not to be missed. The combination of smoke from wild fires and haze from the grain harvest pinked up the spacious skies and made the golden wheat fields look even more plush.
The big center pivot sprinklers which are used to water the fields provided quite a contrast. I wished I had my other camera to truly capture the colors, but my cell phone had to do. I dropped my bike and wandered into the wheat to get a better angle.
Then realized what I might appear to be doing--- squatting there in the field.
Oh, well, those passing truckers probably needed a chuckle for their morning.
Here’s a shot of the amber waves of grain
I got before traveling on down the hill and back home.