|Near Noon, in summer, the real shadows and the fake shadows at Tempe Town Lake Bridge flirt with overlaption|
In late July, in Phoenix at Noon, I headed out for a bike ride, because early morning is not my time. I've done fewer hot midday rides this year than in recent past years, so it is true that I am perhaps less acclimated than in past summers, but today I really needed one. In spite of my neighbor, dressed for the pool, suggesting that a sane person would grab a cold beverage and join him lounging next to the cool water. In spite of my family, basically telling me that the sun and heat would convert me into a dried-up, mummified version of myself.
|Signs of recent monsoon floods: standing water, washed away sections of path|
Twenty-three miles of Tempe, Scottsdale, and Phoenix at midday was my workout glory for the day. The heat did get to me, a bit, anyway. Right around the time I saw the egret standing beside the pond in the park. I slowed down to catch a photo of him, and thought, hmmm, a quick dip would feel soooooooo good. But, actually, the water smelled a little funny after the recent flash floods, so I gave it a pass. I noticed the egret wasn't exactly splashing around in it for joy, either.
The water from the fountain at the ramada near Tempe Town Lake and the Indian Bend Wash was hot, so I filled my bottle just in case, but didn't drink a lot there. On the other hand, the water at the marina fountain was icy cold, so I drank about one bottle there, and filled up again.
Riding in the heat has its advantages. When I turned onto the Crosscut Canal path, the bike surged ahead beneath me, propelled by some crazy dude up and over the hill, then along the canal at a good clip. The bike was quiet. All along the way, no matter how slow or fast I pedaled, the air was filled with the buzzsaw song of cicadas. Maybe I was hallucinating slightly, but I'm pretty sure this is what I heard in their buzzing: you there, riding at midday in the desert in the summertime, to each his own glory.
|Jump in, man, I'm right behind ya (you first)|