I cried happy tears through almost this entire ride as I met people, had new experiences and felt things I never have before – even though the route is quite familiar.
An egret was most welcoming at the entrance of Burying Hill Beach and posed as I tried to get out of the way of a car to get the shot. It was a fisherman who had passed and later kindly commented on how lovely the scene.
After Burying Hill there’s a beautiful ride along the shore. I was introduced to a small gate for public access down to the sea wall. I walked down a flight of stairs to capture the waves crashing onto the wall below the Fall trees.
Continuing down the road lined with mansions I couldn’t help but greet walkers as I tried to balance my oversized bike helmet on my head. Note to self to fix that.
On to Southport Beach where the tide had created piles of shells along the rocky shore and met some women who were blowing bubbles and shared “it’s always a magical day when your blowing bubbles.” With that I completely agree. I think that should be my new opening question when I meet people.
Next we pass by the Pequot Library where I learned from my friend that inside you can find a beautiful Tiffany window and portions of the original manuscript of Gone with the Wind! Can’t wait to return to see that! As we continued it was suggested we make a right to a dead end.
What a perfect set of scenes. There was a father teaching his son how to fish, dogs fetching balls in the water and Fall beauty overflowing from a hazy sun.
The park by the Southport Yacht club has always been a favorite of mine. Small, simple, quaint and so relaxing.
We started our loop back and stopped for brunch at the Tasty Yolk- a popular food truck which serves eggs wraps. My name was familiar to them as it’s the same as their food inspector so I knew we would be treated well.
With a yummy wrap and my newly adjusted bike helmet (thank you Chloe) – I wiped my happy tears aside and was grateful for a wonderful morning.
I think every one I met today would think blowing bubbles makes for a magical day. Do you?
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