I take advantage of a bluebird day to run the usual ridge loop and discover something new about caterpillar life-cycles.
It looked like a beautiful day for a leisurely ride through the hills. I chose my standard route up Rocky Canyon Road, across the ridge and down to Eighth Street and rode like school bus — slowly, making frequent stops.
Rocky Canyon Road runs from Boise over the ridge down to Robie Creek, the route of the annual Robie Creek run. I’ve ridden it many times without seeing anyone. Other times, it seems like bumper-to-bumper bicycles, runners and jeeps.
The sinking sun dramatized the contours of the hills until it seemed Boise was snuggled up with an enormous fuzzy green blanket.
The Boise foothills are really quite pretty in the spring, well worth a ride or drive.
Snow found refuge in shaded areas but the sun had whittled away enough to let me by. I’ve been on this road before when I had to push the motorcycle through long stretches of snow.
I began noticing these creepy clumps as I was motorcycling back towards home. Curiosity finally forced me to stop and investigate.
I had a movie to catch and didn’t stay for the full sunset but the preview was pretty nice on its own.