My wife had a work assignment at 3 pm, and she wanted to do something with PJ in the three hours between when he got home from religious school and she would have to leave. I would need to be home at 3 pm so my wife could drop off PJ and head to work. This shot down any idea of riding on a trail, since that typically required 5 hours, and KJ also had religious school until Noon.
OK, so Plan "B" was that just KJ and I would ride from the house into nearby Squirrel Hill. I figured that if we didn't stop, we would get 11 or 12 miles ridden, and still be home by 3 pm. Not a bad ride, still double digits on the mileage.
KJ and I headed out, and after 2.75 miles passed Frick Park, a large public park that is a frequent destination of ours when time is limited. KJ signed he wanted to play in the park, rather than continue riding. Rather than make an issue of it, I headed into the park
At the point I was thoroughly bummed. My original vision of a nice long ride on a sunny day had been reduced to a short jaunt to a nearby park. KJ was content to have his snack, and then spend his time finding berries, branches and leaves to push through the storm grates (bottom photo).
About 15 minutes after we got to the park, we suddenly hear sirens, and three police cars come flying by, headed in the direction we would have gone had we not stopped at the park. Five minutes latter, a fire truck came by, headed in the same direction. Shortly thereafter one of the police cars came back and blocked the road so no one could head up that way.
Clearly there had been an accident of some sort on the road ahead. I don't know exactly where it was, and I don't know if we would have been involved had we not stopped at the park. But for once I was glad that things hadn't gone accrding to plan.
Oh, and by the way, our mileage for the year stands at 862 miles. 138 miles to go...
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