|Some of the Ramblers, Arriving on Saturday Morning|
The Second Country Ramble was afoot. Chris (the Ponderer himself) Johnson advised us all about the route and some of the highlights of the route. This year, there were a LOT more ramblers than last year's five. Twenty eight to be approximately precise. Shortly after 10, we were off. The later start time proved to be a wise change as we missed the worst of the morning chill and, as it turned out, we got back well before sunset, despite some unplanned detours by most of the ramblers.
|The Ponderer Himself, Chris Johnson|
|Chandra in Front of His Beautiful Nomad|
|Typical Road Surface Along the Route|
|This USED to be a "No Dumping" Sign|
|A Creek Runs Through This|
|Someone Thought This Doll Needed an Elevated View So She Now Resides High in a Tree.|
We All Thought the Doll in the Tree was Creepy, Though at Least She Was Sitting Comfortably.
|Old Road Bridge, Seen from the New|
Amazingly enough, Doohickie and Chandra, who'd been bringing up the rear in order to collect stragglers, were the only ramblers (other than the Ponderer himself) to take the correct route and so they came in AHEAD of almost everyone. This certainly merits some sort of tortoise and hare story, but I can't think of a good one right now.
|Chris Looks for Ramblers|
|The Owners of this Shed Hunt; Presumably Their Quarry is Not Santa, However|
|When I Arrived, There was only ONE Bike!?! I Felt Like Robert Redford in "Three Days of the Condor"|
|Doohickie and Chandra Were Bringing Up the Rear of the Ramblers|
They Were the Next to Arrive. Had Aliens Abducted the Rest?
|Eventually, Everyone Arrived. It Pays to Go Where the One With the Route Map Goes!|
|Doohickie and Chandra Head Home|
|The Catfish Heads Looked a Little Tired This Year.|
These Gave the Doll a Run for Her Money on the Creepy Scale
|Ramblers Left as the Sun Began to Set. Good Day and Good Company|