Hello to you all.

Life is busy here at the blog-outpost. I haven’t had much time this afternoon to give thought to writing. You may say “Wow, I never thought that you gave much thought to writing the blog.” Well, I do. Read, or not, by you – in full or in part. It’s a forum for reflection as well as a means to spread the word about cycling.

It’s thanksgiving, a time to consider the cornucopia of our lives. Yes, life is short, even a long one. Where is Methuselah now? Where is Noah? Enoch? All dead and gone, though they lived centuries, apparently. None of us will live much past one-hundred, if that long. Time slips away. We all know that. We live and die in a blink. Yet, there’s plenty of time in that blink to have a good life – to flourish, to experience pleasure, savour joy, cultivate friendships, meet new friends, be a good neighbour, raise a family, give thanks, express gratitude, and lend a helping hand … .

What words would you choose? What does it mean to live a good life? To live long and well? To be honest and moral, upright, spiritual, principled? Maybe? For my part, I’m not a spiritual person, finding no solace in the non-material, except in the way music or poetry or art or nature or things lovely are an alchemy to the soul. These affect mine, are wondrous, are welcome, and are treasured aspects of my life. And, of yours?

It’s Thanksgiving weekend. Families will be travelling near and far to be with loved ones. I hope yours will be close to you. Let’s give thanks for our country, our freedom, our health, our family, and for the weekend fellowship we share. Happy thanksgiving.

Here’s the tentative plan for Saturday: (subject to rider consensus)

Meet at Stinsons on White Lake Rd for 7:30 am 7:30 7.30 am start and ride to Pakenham(?) Almonte(?) Carp?, somewhere east. Details to be provided in the morning.

Ride distance 30 -100 kilometres, depending upon the conditions.

For those with time constraints, there will be options to cut it short at several points along the way. Don’t miss out, just because the route is longer than you have time for.

Sorry, no map provided.

When the alarm rings in the morning, ask yourself, “Where else would I rather be?” than on my bike pedalling away the fatty bits. If you need encouragement, just think you’ll be five months off the bicycle (Nov – March).

We have no training goal at this time other than the pure enjoyment of riding a bicycle.

As usual, it’s steady as she goes, with minimal delays on the road.

Weather: 13 – 15 C; Rain/Cloud; POP High; winds SE at 15.

Caveat: All this subject to change based upon the turnout and the weather and rider consensus.

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Okay, Ride your bike! Bye-bye, ac. Comments always welcome at arnpriorcycling@bell.net; https://twitter.com/ArnpriorCycling

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go;
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, – ‘snow’.
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, – ‘frost’.

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly –
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.      Rachel Field

Butler Bridge