Twenty-some years ago, Micha and I used to go to this little fishing market on the coast. It sat on the shores of an inlet, and when the tide was out, the boats would be left above the line, tilted a bit, waiting for the tide to come back in. We’d go every so often and pick up some exceptionally fresh seafood.
Somewhere in the past twenty years, though, they built a seawall across the mouth of the inlet and left the village and its market permanently high and dry. There’s still a market there, but it’s nowhere near what it used to be.
Today, I decided to take a short ride out that way. I’d been there a few times since its demise, but still, it’s odd seeing the ghost town it’s become (although today, the remnants of the market were pretty busy). It’s a nice ride getting there, and I hadn’t been that way in a while. Plus, it’s fall. A wonderful time to be out on the bike.
The day started a bit foggy, but it burned off and was comfortable. A few clouds gave me short moments of chill, but it was never terribly uncomfortable. I got to wear a nice wool jersey (and loved it), and a great new pair of sunglasses (and loved them too). Got plenty of autumny pictures. Overall, I’d rate the day a success.
Wool for the win!
This is a true statement. I see now the error of my ways…