Exploding Nut Balls

Yesterday we rode 72 miles on the Miami Valley trail.   A couple of unique experiences.  The best one was of no consequence but it scared the bejeebers out of me.

There are miles of this trail in total shade because of the trees forming a canopy over your head.  Creating a tunnel like feeling to the ride.  As a result there are leaves and branches all along the trail.   I am not being funny or making a joke here….but there are nut balls everywhere.  I really don’t know what they’re called but they fall from trees.  They are round balls.   Neonish yellow to green colored.  I know they have nuts in them.  One of them caught my eye ahead of me on the trail because of its bright yellowish color.   I was staring at it and it EXPLODED.

Exploding nut balls.

An actual explosion.  Nut ball parts flying every where.

I actually jumped.   As well as one can jump while sitting atop a bicycle.

That was a first.

I’m not being funny.  Or obscene.   It’s just what happened.

I wish I had a picture of it.  But it was one of those unexpected moments where a capturing a picture would have been a miracle.  You just have to take my word for it.

That was the funniest part of the day.   It was an incredible day.  The Miami Valley Bike Trail is gorgeous.  Fields and fields of green.   The aforementioned tree tunnel trails.  River.  As you ride your bike you hear laughter and even sometimes singing coming from somewhere…. Ah the river.   The canoeists and the kayakers.   Some are having more fun than others.   I lost count of the deer we saw and none of them knocked me off my bike so that’s good.

The most difficult part was knowing where all of the ice cream places were and expecting them to be open.  Alas, not a one of them was.  Then we got a little desperate for hydration.  I had expected to ride 20 or 30 miles and ended up riding 72.  I was not prepared for that.  As a lover of bike riding I hang my head in shame.  But as a bike riding aficionados we happen to know how to look for the places off trail to get beverages and fuel (aka food) which we managed to do.  (For those of you feeling sorry for us the trip back did yield an open ice cream parlor.  Salvation.)

The other bikers and runners on the trail were exceptionally friendly.  Except for the one dude (read that with a  little contempt) in a red jersey.   You know who you are.

The ride was full of wonderful surprises.  Including the homes.  Some were new to us from the last time we were here.  Some were older than any of us left here on earth.  Beautiful.

(I’ll add pictures to this blog later).

I just wanted to tell you about the exploding nut balls.