Long-distance cycling was never a dream. In fact, there was never even the germ of a thought about getting on a bicycle to cross the continent. Death - my husband's - put these wheels in motion. Ten years after Holly and I cycled from the Pacific to the Atlantic, we continue to share incredible adventures, visiting the world from the seat of a bicycle. Welcome aboard The Underground Railroad. It's going to be an interesting journey. Judi a/k/a TheWanderingJu

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Flora and Fauna

Bamboo growing along the road. (Somebody must have tossed out a single plant. That's all it takes with bamboo)
The fragrance of jasmine as we ride along.
Buzzards - nature's street cleaners - dining on road kill.
Dogs, dogs, dogs - some behind fences, some inside of homes, some running at us and barking - until we blow those great whistles that stops them in their tracks. Today, there was one dog who got too close for comfort. He was growling, and near enough to dine on my ankle. Once again, saved by the whistle!
Dainty lavender and white flowers growing among the grasses.
Something that looks like cotton - probably white thistle.
Singing birds.
Cardinals flying across the road.
The distant sound of woodpeckers.
Horses, some with foals.
Cattle.
Goats.

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