I rolled out this morning at about 7:20. I'm a volunteer chaplain at the county jail. Every other Sunday morning I do chapel service. This wasn't my usual morning though, I was filling in for the guy who usually does the 3rd Sunday.
We live on a hill and as usual this time of year, low-lying fog in the valley can be a photographic treat.
It was the first cold morning of the fall season. The ride to the jail is only about 16 miles and takes about 20 minutes. I figure I can take just about anything for 20 minutes if I'm riding. Since I stopped so many times to take photos my hands got a little cold. Eventually I didn't want to let go of the heated grips. Has someone come up with a way to get the foot pegs red hot?
Some might find volunteering at a jail a little different but I really look forward to it. After all, they're a captive audience. Sorry, a little jail humor. The staff at the jail are hard working nice people. I respect the work that they do and their commitment to keeping the jail safe and secure. Many of the deputies ride which makes for a nice commonality.
I also look forward to these Sunday morning rides. Though I ride this route often, on Sunday mornings it unfolds much better than other times. One never knows what the elements and the early morning light are going to reveal. And as I've written before, it feels like this time is more solitary than usual.
Once out in the country the temperature got as low as 34F. This made my temp gauge flash and show the blinking snowflake icon. No snow this morning though, here is the first sunlight hitting Mt. Hood about 80 miles to the east.
About a mile down the road I stopped again to capture the sun just peeking over the horizon. I'm looking forward to more Sunday morning rides and what will come with them. Isn't it great to be riding and enjoying the beauty of the world in which we live? I don't ever want to take any of this for granted. Each moment is a gift and I'm grateful.