Thursday, January 22, 2009

Winter Billet

At the risk of being harshly mocked by bobscoot of the frozen tundra I need to record for my sorry little diary that this morning I rode home from work in a frigid 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11C), in a mildly howling north wind. I arrived at home to find my wife sleeping on her yoga pad in the bathroom, with our modest space heater making of the toilet an igloo of warmth in a home that resembled an arctic research tent .

I adopted her very sensible (and frugal) suggestion immediately and laid my head down to sleep in a fug of warmth, never before had my head lain so close to the throne. She took off for work refreshed and ready to do battle with an uncaring world while I shivered my way to a deep sleep. I should be remiss if I were not to remind a cold hearted world that we too in the southernmost reaches suffer through these harsh winter days and nights. We stand ready, as President Obama has urged us, to make do with less. Besides the bedroom is still far too frigid for human habitation.

Passenger Views

If you lived in Santa Fe New Mexico at 7,000 feet you might be glad to spend time in Florida, even in the middle of a cold front:
I took Bruce and Celia for a quick tour of Bahia Honda State Park on an inadequately sunless day but they seemed to like it. I found the contrast between gunmetal waters, stippled skies and dark greenery quite invigorating, for a change, from the usual crisp bright sunshine:Bahia Honda (deep bay in Spanish) is home to Blue Butterflies, which we are assured are hard to spot. Not least apparently because they are in fact brown in color:You'd think they could assign the naming of butterflies to a biologist not afflicted with color blindness. Bahia Honda on a cold day is still a place to be enjoyed:Personally I found the interior of Bruce's truck to be an excellent place to observe the outside world, with heating and everything. This was an opportunity for me to view my world not from the driver's seat, or the controls of my motorcycle but instead as a passenger in a visitor's vehicle. It was, for a Bonneville rider, quite a change.Bruce and Celia enjoy life, as only two determined retirees can. They talk they laugh and they watch the scenery unfold alongside:It's a leisurely way to travel. They took seven languid days to drive to Key West from Santa Fe and the pace didn't pick up while on Highway One:The stories were good and I didn't spend too much time contemplating our lack of forward progress in a timely manner. It was quite enjoyable, but it was certainly odd, for one used to figuring out the fastest way forward:I might have to try this again. Not being in a hurry. Weird.