It’s a Small World . . .

After yesterday’s 3 hour thigh-banger – today was meant for a recovery ride. Bizarre it was. No, it was probably “Devine Intervention.” Ask Sister Hazel (“Battle Axe Nun”) or your priest or pastor if you aren’t able to “work with me here.”
Started riding from #21 lower Weir Prairie at 1 PM. Did “the hill.” (Okay, so I walked it alright.) Circumnavigated all upper Weir Prairie (3 miles), and looped back to then do the single track along the ridgeline. Took my sweet time -- popped out at the end, and low and behold . . . there’s my previous boss Dave, and his wife Aggie, on a tandem mountain-bike pedaling up the last piece of a hill. (Note: I had left my job and started new work 3 weeks ago.)

I had been sharing with Dave over the last year about the quietness and pristine nature of the meadows -- how peaceful and therapeutic they were. It turns out they had just decided to come check it out that very day. And, they nearly turned away from going up the hill that put us at the same place at the same time. Bizarre? Devine Intervention? What do you think?