It was a gorgeous day today so we took advantage of it by taking a bike ride on the Cottage Grove Bike Trail. The first stop was at a fishing pond we didn't know existed. It's a little bit off of Row River Road and hidden by trees.
Just because we didn't know it existed didn't mean the locals didn't know about it. This small pond, smaller than a football field had plenty of fishermen and women.
There were also fisher children and this little guy caught this little fish but his excitement was huge.
Sharyn ventured out amongst the Master Casters to see what was happening.
One gentleman pulled out a nice trout and posed it for a picture before releasing it into the depths of the pond.
A little further up the trail we caught this turtle sunning itself on a fallen branch.
This is a true wetlands with little pools of water all around.
Closer to the city and big Ed's home we got to the golf course and after breezing by the Musemobile-in-storage caught this golfer hammering the ball over the tree to the left and into the fairway - or - into the river on the right.
While we were going along Sharyn spotted an Osprey over the pond on the golf course. That's him in the upper left of the picture.
That's also him making a splash in the pond going after a fish (the white in the water - well heck I don't have a telephoto lens - did you get that Santa?)
And that's him again taking off with a fish somewhere between the size of the boy's fish and the one released earlier on our ride.
Well and here is another turtle on a log, this is a wetlands like the other that is an overflow of the Row River.
And more wetlands - there is a couple of ducks in the water but too small to see from this distance.
Just past the golf course we stopped at a concrete bench and found a patch of Trillium blooms. I think this variegated variety is Trillium albidum. There were several in this one spot and I'm hoping there wasn't any poison sumac or ivy because I just trudged in snapping away and not looking.
Trillium are wonderful plants.
I never get tired of seeing them when I can find them.
Scrabble Score ~ Scrabble Queen beat the Contender senseless
Quote of the Day
Just because we didn't know it existed didn't mean the locals didn't know about it. This small pond, smaller than a football field had plenty of fishermen and women.
There were also fisher children and this little guy caught this little fish but his excitement was huge.
Sharyn ventured out amongst the Master Casters to see what was happening.
One gentleman pulled out a nice trout and posed it for a picture before releasing it into the depths of the pond.
A little further up the trail we caught this turtle sunning itself on a fallen branch.
This is a true wetlands with little pools of water all around.
Closer to the city and big Ed's home we got to the golf course and after breezing by the Musemobile-in-storage caught this golfer hammering the ball over the tree to the left and into the fairway - or - into the river on the right.
While we were going along Sharyn spotted an Osprey over the pond on the golf course. That's him in the upper left of the picture.
That's also him making a splash in the pond going after a fish (the white in the water - well heck I don't have a telephoto lens - did you get that Santa?)
And that's him again taking off with a fish somewhere between the size of the boy's fish and the one released earlier on our ride.
Well and here is another turtle on a log, this is a wetlands like the other that is an overflow of the Row River.
And more wetlands - there is a couple of ducks in the water but too small to see from this distance.
Just past the golf course we stopped at a concrete bench and found a patch of Trillium blooms. I think this variegated variety is Trillium albidum. There were several in this one spot and I'm hoping there wasn't any poison sumac or ivy because I just trudged in snapping away and not looking.
Trillium are wonderful plants.
I never get tired of seeing them when I can find them.
Scrabble Score ~ Scrabble Queen beat the Contender senseless
Quote of the Day
"Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race." ~ H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells, was an English writer most famous today for his science fiction novels The Time Machine, The War of the Worlds, The Invisible Man, The First Men in the Moon and The Island of Dr Moreau. He was a prolific writer of both fiction and non-fiction, and produced works in many genres, including contemporary novels, history, and social commentary.
A defining incident of young Wells's life was an accident he had in 1874, when he was seven years old, which left him bedridden with a broken leg. To pass the time he started reading books from the local library, brought to him by his father. He soon became devoted to the other worlds and lives to which books gave him access; they also stimulated his desire to write.
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