1 0 2 2 3 0 1. It's not a sequence of numbers for you to figure out the next one nor is it the combination to a padlock. Rather, it's a description of an interesting ride I took Wednesday evening north and east of Pratt on the dirt, returning home on the pavement that […]
1 0 2 2 3 0 1. It's not a sequence of numbers for you to figure out the next one nor is it the combination to a padlock. Rather, it's a description of an interesting ride I took Wednesday evening north and east of Pratt on the dirt, returning home on the pavement that zigzags north and east away from Iuka.
To begin, I saw 1 mangy looking fox, even before leaving town, when I took a detour and ventured down Curtis Street where it turns to dirt. The fox stopped and stared at me when I stopped to get a better look.
Only a couple miles outside of town, the front tire flatted (that's a 0), and I spent some time without gloves installing a new tube and finding a pump that worked to air it up. I also called my friend Dan McAnarney to see if he would be available to pick me up if I flatted against, since I didn't have anymore innertubes.
As dusk thickened, I saw 2 dark objects on NE 20th St., one of which appeared to chase the other and before both disappeared into roadside cover. As I approached, the 2 pheasants flushed and headed far away from me.
Several more miles down the dirt and well after dark, I startled 2 deer, which stared at my helmet light as I pedaled closer, before they bolted away, just in case I was a foe rather than a friend. They stared at me side-by-side a safe distance away from the road, as I spotlighted the pair.
Heading toward Iuka on pavement of NE 70th Street, I startled 3 more deer, who, like the previous pair, ran a safe distance away from this strange apparition in the night.
Another 0 occurred when the helmet light died, as I was heading south with a brisk tailwind behind me. I just kept on riding on the relatively quiet road, later noticing a headlight weaving its way through the Odd Fellows Cemetery just north of Iuka. I crossed before this 1 antique vehicle exited from the cemetery, turned onto the road behind me, passed me, and then, like I would soon do, headed south on 281 toward Pratt.
You don't necessarily have to take a long journey, as sometimes the best show is right in your backyard.