It happens every year. Somewhere between the middle and end of June, people begin to worry that we won’t have summer in Bellingham. You hear these conversations everywhere, grocery stores, parking lots, knitting groups, you name it. Occasionally, someone like me will pipe up and say that summer doesn’t come to this part of the Pacific Northwest until after July 4th. This isn’t urban legend or and old wives tale, it’s just the way things are.
This year, summer actually happened on the 4th almost as if someone switched on the sun or switched off the rain, which had been torrential the few days leading up to the holiday.
I took the opportunity (plus the fact that I’m feeling better) to take my bike out for a ride. Ira reminded me that Starbucks was offering free coffee for Independence Day so I decided to ride down, grab a cup, sit outside and enjoy the weather, and then come back home. It was glorious. After being down and out for week over week, it felt great to be back in the saddle. I even made it uphill and back home without too much trouble. So with Junuary a thing of the past and quite literally a sunny forecast for the foreseeable future, it looks like sweet riding days ahead.
High On Bike 