Thrilling. I gave away my bike six years after moving to the country. Busy highway thoroughfares and dirt roads and small towns with steep hills don’t make for good leisure driving. This time last year we were checking on pregnant does and watching our chickens taking dust baths on such a beautiful day as this. I find myself whirring down the old bike trail I use to traverse. Ghosts of my children and their friends playing by the creek greet me and a familiarity welcomes me.
We lived in Parker a long time before moving to the country. We rode our bikes with our young children down the Cherry Creek Trail more times than I can remember and it all comes rushing back as the wind blows through my hair. I greet the mullein stalks, dormant, and the prairie dogs that chirp in the warm air. The blackbirds have returned and even though winter still holds court, the river flows free and clear and the vast blue sky sings of spring.
It feels good to be pedaling this contraption. I feel youth and vibrancy. A break before our dinner party. I roll past tall reeds and rushing water and breathe. My new ride. This is just too fun.
This may be God’s way of telling us to stop driving all over the state. To get back home and get our chores done and eat dinner at the dining room table. Kindly stop gallivanting all over the place! When the truck in the driveway with 300,000 miles is our most reliable vehicle (the old one and the new one we got off Craigslist with our income tax refund are in the shop), there is a definite possibility that we need to learn to stay put!
This is where it would be nice to live in the city. Did I just say that? A nice homesteading friendly city. Hop on a bike, walk, take a bus, only drive to farmer’s markets. We would save so much money, only need one car, and be in better shape.
A friend of the kids used to say when driving out here to get them mimicking the highway sign, “End of the Earth 8 miles, Kiowa 7 more miles”. There will be no bike riding or walking up the extremely hilly highway to town seven miles. I would guess it would be mighty dangerous taking a horse and carriage up that route as well.
This is just fueling (this part scares Doug) my anti-electronics and anti-automotive feelings. Get me a bike and a few extra oil lamps Papa, we’re goin’ Amish.
These are the times that I need to remind myself why we do what we do. We work from home so that we can get things done around the homestead while working, and be conveniently located to the swing under the tree for breaks. We work together so we can spend more time together and enjoy visitors and friends to our house at any time. We can walk to the library, bank, post office, and can get ice cream at the gas station if in dire need. We can walk to the bar if in even direr need. We can lounge in our back yard with our chickens and goats reading a farming book at two in the afternoon and enjoy the warmest part of the day before taking the clothes off the line, and getting ready to make supper. We are living the good life. The good life for us means we cannot afford a reliable vehicle but why do I need to drive that much if I have all this?
The Huffington Post did an article on us yesterday. I have it posted here. We are thrilled that we may be able to inspire other folks to abandon their cubicle and head out bravely into this beautiful world and do what they want! It just means I won’t be driving a new, luxurious truck anytime soon, but that’s okay. My old one works just fine.