Yesterday morning I had a biking date. For anybody who has missed the recent developments, I bit the triathlon bug and am trying to learn some road bike skills on my second hand bike that is extremely temperamental (hopefully the bike technician comes back to town pretty soon to fix my large gear problem). Anyway, so yesterday morning I was supposed to go biking with a lady in town, who has to go to work at 7 am. Hence I got up extra early, at 5:15 am, to feed Daniel and change him and put him in the swing before I have my coffee, get dressed, try to find my helmet that has a bad habit of prancing around the house all by itself, etc. I showed up at the meeting place at 6 am, and this lady was not there. I waited for a bit, riding around in circles (I would have dismounted the bike, but the clip pedals make me fall each time I try to dismount, so I thought I'd better save that fun for later, at the end of the ride, or at least for some "stop" sign excitement!).
Finally, after ten minutes of small boring circles around the block, I felt the need to go do my workout and left. It was about half an hour earlier than my usual riding time, so I ran (biked) into these ladies running on the road towards me. They yelled at me "there's a momma bear with cubs further up the road, don't go there".
The local people are (rightfully) terrified of bears. We carry bear spray in our purses just about everywhere, and definitely on any of the paths around here. That being said, although we encounter them often, I have not met anybody that ever got attacked, except for this guy who decided to shoot one and the shot was not deadly (I think that he told me that bear was dangerous for some reason, whatever). In general, I have the feeling that if you don't bother them, they don't bother you. And it is generally wise not to walk too close to them with your camera, ahem, MrH...Yes, yes, even if it looks like the bear is smiling at you.
Well, that blocked my workout path alright. I had to decide whether I was more afraid of riding past the lady-bear with the babies, or of riding on the highway, with its bigger, longer hills, and the less welcoming truckers with their fast semi's. I chose the bear, and rode on. I never saw her, she must have just dashed into the bushes.
That's the problem around here with riding too early, there's a lot of wildlife. It is also what makes me relish my early morning rides, since some of the wild life consists of momma deer and their fawns too :).
Speaking of which, I cannot wait for my new cruiser (cruising bike) to arrive. It will have breaks that don't screech bloody murder and 18 speeds. More for me to climb the hills with! My quads will soon need me to pay property tax on them.