I made it to the Mississippi River today. A five-mile ride that seemed longer, west to east: likely the strong wide and near-ninety temps. I didn't exactly have the trail to myself, though there wasn't as much traffic as I expected. Mostly hard-body, high end veloers, with spandex and colorful jerseys, heads down, and moving fast.
Wish I'd been able to get to my camera to capture a shot of a young lady headed toward me on a foldy bike. You can see my Giant Expressway II in many of my fotos; it's rare when I spy a fellow "folder." The gal today was likely aboard a Brompton - bright blue frame, I believe. Not sure she was as curious about me as I was about her and her ride.
It was a little eerie to see the name of the late Philando Castile stenciled on the pathway. Perhaps there was a memorial servvice in his memory the other evening? Or, his name is meant as a continual reminder of the tragedy that took his life, and a call to action for system-wide change.
Just before the Lake Street bridge there's a quick turn to the eats, and a steep path down to the Mississippi. A young man in the West River Parkway neighborhood explained that the varisty crew -- eights and fours -- of the University of Minnesota put in their shells from the dock on which my Foldy is reposing. Today would have been exhilirating out on the river.