On Sunday, I went to bed WAY later than usual due to the England vs Mexico game being moved back to 9 PM because of thunderstorms in Mexico City. But it was worth it, and my long-time “adopted” national team, England, held on for a 3-2 win. It was freaking awesome!

With the late bedtime, I got up Monday at 5:10 AM, fed the beast, knew in my heart I was NOT going to lumber, and went back to bed until 7 AM.

After coffee and breakfast, it was time to mow the lawn, run errands, get groceries, yada, yada, yada.

Early Tuesday morning I was FINALLY back in the woods for a 6-mile lumber.

It felt great to be back in the woods, and even better to be back in the woods without the super high humidity we’ve had for the past week or so.

I didn’t see much critter action, except for a couple of deer here and there, and a robin or two. Such a strange time of year for forest birds; I just don’t see that many once we’re into the meaty balls of the summer. Hopefully that changes soon.

Fat stack of fungus.

Once home, I wolfed down a Soiled Breakfast Burrito and then went to pick up a couple of things at Meijer that I had forgotten yesterday.

When I pulled into my parking space, I noticed the Subaru next to me looked like the one that The Two Aging Hippies, whom I see at Deerfield all the time, own. When I got out and saw the stickers on the bumper, it was confirmed.

When I was done and had put the groceries in the car, I returned my shopping cart to the return stall. I looked up and saw that the female half of the Two Aging Hippies (AKA Marble Rye Lady) was about to take hers back. I offered to return it for her, and she said: “Thank you so much, aren’t you kind!”

When I was finished blushing, I said, “We run into each other at Deerfield all the time when you’re walking your dog; I’m the guy with the camera looking for birds.” She then said, “Oh, yes, I didn’t recognize you without your hat and camera!”

Pollinator Garden.

It was interesting to see her out in the wild, and she was just as friendly as she is in the woods. Cheers, Marble Rye Lady!

Seeing folks out of context is nothing new for (ex) cyclists. I don’t know how many times I had interactions with fellow cyclists, and without a recognizable helmet, kit, and bike, we’re both clueless.

I got nothing else to say.

Later.