I took my new Trek out on its maiden voyage this morning, doing a route called the Biloxi North 40 with my friend Anne. The land here changes pretty quickly as you head north of the coast. Biking just a couple miles inland, the cities of Biloxi and D’Iberville morph into a rural landscape interspersed with concrete distributors and uninspiring subdivisions. The coast’s southern live oaks are replaced by scrubby forests of longleaf and slash pines. We headed out around 11, so we had a hot and sunny two-hour ride. The bike was a good choice; it’s a hybrid road bike which rides fast and smooth but can handle gentle trails if necessary. I was reluctant to leave my mountain bike at home, but there just aren’t that many mountains around here.
What a fun and productive Memorial Day weekend! I found a great house to move into next month, test-drove a car that I’m thinking about buying, and did some other errands. (I rented a car to get all this done). Saturday night, people from Hands On and Habitat gathered at Sweet’s for Leah’s birthday. Sunday, we celebrated the return of Air Force Alan, who’s been in Iraq for five months, with an All-American party featuring grilling, American music, beer, and lots of red, white, and blue.
And I’m proud to be an American,
where at least I know I’m free.
And I wont forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me!
