The Fork in The Road

My plan was to ride a mile to eat lunch and then back home but as is often the case, I later found myself miles from home on a bike not well suited for distance and with little water. It was still an enjoyable ride.

Corn waiting to be harvested.

I made a Geocouch score along the way at an abandoned farm house.

The farmhouse. I’m sure it was a beautiful building in it’s day.

An old building, possibly a gas station, along what used to be a busy highway before the interstate was built a half mile away.

The Arkansas River.

When I reached a fork in the road, being indecisive as I am, I turned around and headed back home.

Since I’m participating in the National Bike Challenge I had to map my miles when I got home and found I rode 26 miles which coincidentally is the same as I rode yesterday on a ride in to the big city.