Yesterday, I went for my first bike ride in over a year. (I’m glad I packed my bike in the UBox. I almost left it by the dumpster in Kentwood, thinking either it wouldn’t fit in the UBox or it would break in transport. My downstairs neighbor Ken, the voice of reason, said, “Just pack it. If it breaks during the move, throw it out in Arizona. If it doesn’t break, then you’ll still have a bike.” Duh. Thanks, Ken!) Initially, I planned to ride through the neighborhood behind my apartment complex. But that led to a park, which had dirt paths that led to a paved route alongside the Tanque Verde Wash.
I stumbled/pedaled upon the most random rest spot in the middle of nowhere: a bench centered between two depressing, wiry trees. Multiple wind chimes hung from branches and kindness rocks were carefully placed around the trees and bench. I got off my bike, sat on the bench and closed my eyes. It was then I experienced the surround-sound of the wind chimes. Peaceful chimes, howling wind, burning sun. It was so weird and cheesy and awesome, all at once.
Sights from the neighborhood behind my apartment complex:
I found my desert dream home:
