99, 100, 101

Cool down from the heat and headwind.

The Forces of Mother Nature are gradually working to the Monsoon time of year. What happens in the Pacific Ocean off the Coast of Baja, and then the stirrings in the Gulf of Mexico makes for streams of wind out of the West. For now just super dry and super hot air flowing over the Desert in Tucson.

A mere bike commuter, his heart working hard to pump blood in his legs—so he can push forward against that headwind—well, it seems futile does it not, Gentle Reader?

Why not go with the flow? Why fight so hard against so much power? That being said, why risk life and limb in heavy car traffic in temperatures well over 100 degrees?

I wish I knew, mes amis—I wish I knew.


Not sure why this section was watering but I enjoyed it along with all the birds, lizards, rabbits, and ground squirles.

As you can see, there were sprinklers going off and watering the trees on the bike path. I’ve never seen this before—this is a remote part of the bike path and where one would ride fast as there are no runners or walkers.

I could feel that cool mist as I approached—and I stood there and took in all the moisture and smell or the trees and the sweet desert flowers. Every living thing did the same, as there were rabbits, lizards, birds, and ground squirrels converging on this section for water. I was tempted to let myself get soaked; the water would evaporate soon enough. But I kept going because said creatures were wary of me.

Soon I'm at the YMCA and my car. What’s sad about the YMCA is that most people that go only live a few blocks or miles away—and they drive. It’s a traffic jam when I arrive. Everyone is trying to get as close to front door as they can—there are rarely any spots, but members try to get one. There’s plenty of parking down the hill, only about 50 yards away—but there is a set of steps one would have to take up to the entrance. So its like these people are going to the gym for a workout yet they’re too lazy to walk across the parking lot.

Cheers!