White Socks

No one to blame but myself, i suppose. If "blame" is the right word for it - pulling on white socks this morning, thinking they'd lead me to a ride on hard pavement. Dirty enough as that might have been, those white socks would surely have survived, largely unblemished. Instead, a progression of early morning activity delays forced - i tell ya, forced - me into a dirt ride. It was quite warm, and has been quite dry for some time already this year and that dirt, you know, it just becomes so much dust waiting around to get kicked up, drawn inevitably to white socks like iron to a magnet.

the long and dusty road

the not quite at long, and maybe not quite as dusty road

dry and dusty

seems as though government ineptitude has left the dam bereft of employees to maintain things on this side

this stand of willows provides some of the best shade Out There

and, dappled though it may be, this eucalyptus provides another good spot of shade on a bright sun day

but... wait, white they may be, but those ankles sure ain't socks