I as invited by my friend Ashlee to come pick blackberries at Ashland Farms. It was a hot day-as everyday is. The farm is down in Flintstone, GA, about an hour bike ride from my house. I didn't race it-it was too hot for that. Going down into Georgia is one of my favorite places to ride-going through St. Elmo and down across the state line is a good distance to go without any hills to speak of. Though the distance is a far bit, because it is such easy riding, much of it in country, it doesn't seem far at all.
At the Gate
After taking a tour of the garden, it was time for blackberry picking. Into the brambles we went. It was scatchy, sweaty, buggy and possibly snakey. But my toil was rewarded!
It was cooler as I rode back. My rough, bloody self met Q for dinner and then I rode the rest of the way home, with my treasure.
I started riding my bike as my primary form of transportation because I love riding bikes. Add in all the wonderful benefits- you know the drill-exercise, money saving, pollution free, oil free, and all the other great things, it just seemed a reasonable choice.
But what I had not anticipated was how different life would look mounted on top of a bike verses looking out of a rolling metal box. The places I go, the people I meet, the things I see are so different. And I love it all.
This is a record of my adventures!