Some people have railed on driving as an obliteration of place. In contrast, Demerath & Levinger in essence explained how walking is an activity of place making.
Today, I would say that when you walk, you arrive with every step in a new place. On a bike, however, you are constantly leaving. If you think of it, really, arriving on a bike is a practice in awkwardness. Bikes like to go and don’t stand long when stopped. Indeed, if the bike were in broad use earlier in the evolution of the english language, the word might be a “fallstill”.
After my restorative night in Leesburg, Virginia, I departed again after noon from Whites Ferry. I used the morning to get a full night sleep, a full belly, attend to repacking and to improving my clothing. Practicality won out over purity and I took the shuttle back from the hotel as though last night’s stay were an exception on this ride.
Today’s ride included more great wildlife, with deer, a woodchuck, and numerous majestic Great Blue Herons (I have yet to get a photo)....