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| Foggy start for the day. |
We left the house early. A morning fog cocooned the area, the wind too gentle yet to blow it away.
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| Counting rabbits. |
For some reason, rabbits were everywhere. Al began giving me number-of-rabbits hand signals as we pedalled along.
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| Someone out for a long walk with their dog. |
As the fog began to dissipate, we came upon someone out for a long morning walk with their dog. It was a little dog with stumpy little legs and we wondered how many miles the dog could walk. (Quite a number it seemed...)
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| This guy is out every day. |
When the fog finally lifted, we came across someone we see most days, an older man out on a very brisk walk. He told us once that he took up walking years ago after he had triple bypass heart surgery.
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| Convenient turn arounds. |
A long stretch of "parkway" connects our little community with a local east-west highway. It has turn arounds every quarter mile, convenient when you want to add a few miles to your route or just spot something you want to look at more closely. (Today it was three deer.)
