Weather: Sunny and 40Â°F (4Â°C)
Road Conditions: Mostly dry, with patches of ice in the shadows.
Christmas Eve Day is normally a time to spend with family. But when you are a Rider, and the weather is sunny and warm, it would be a crime not to go out for a little ramble, wouldn’t it? Especially in Minnesota! That was my thinking, anyway, as I sat there on the couch, flipping through the hackneyed holiday specials on the tube.
The girls were doing their own thing anyway, sorting through Emily’s vast wardrobe to pick just the right fashion for her to wear over to Grandpa’s house for Christmas Day.
I was completely irrelevant, and bored out of my skull.
It was time for me to get off the couch and on the road. I shouted my intentions at Emily’s closed bedroom door. The girls muttered some distracted reply, which I took to be affirmative in nature. Suiting up in record time, I dashed out to the garage.
Scarlet was certainly a willing accomplice. She started right up at the touch of a button, and was ready to go by the time I had the camera packed, and my heated vest plugged-in. We turned left out of the driveway, away from our normal Ride to Work, and headed unerringly for The River. I wanted to see what the Mississippi was doing on Christmas Eve.
We rode past the Mississippi Pub, where we can usually find some of my friends, whom I call “The Riverside Eccentrics”. Today, however, they weren’t anywhere to be found, and the Pub itself was closed. So we meandered further south, turning towards the water at every opportunity.
While the main roads were salted and dry, these little side streets along the river had huge patches of ice and slush on them, which we negotiated with some trepidation. I had both feet ready to hit the deck at the first hint of slip or slide. But since I wasn’t on the throttle at all, we negotiated it with no drama. Thanks again, Kenda.
We rode past a sign that posted Park Hours, and I saw this driftwood on the beach. I couldn’t find anything with a name for the park on it, so that remains a mystery. There was no road down to the water’s edge, but there was a discernable trail in the grass. This was a perfect photo-op, and I wasn’t going to let a little thing like regulations stop me.
We went offroad, and made our way through the sand to the place you see here. Scarlet handled all of this with grace, and my confidence in her took a turn for the better.
I’ve just got to remember to be easy on her throttle, that’s all.
After the photo shoot was over, I sat on the driftwood with my helmet off, and watched the river for awhile. Nothing was moving out there but the water, and it was a very soothing interlude.
Tomorrow is the big family gathering at my Dad’s place, and that will be filled with it’s own kind of stress, but for now I was totally at peace. Finally, I suited up again, and rode Scarlet home… the long way.