Into the wild

I knew it would rain - hell it rained just fifteen minutes prior to my departure. Now I'm back home again with damp hair and sore shoulders. Don't ask me why, but I had to go for a ride on my bicycle this evening before it got dark. The air was filled with water particles all the time and it looked so beautiful the mist-like haze above the trees in the forest. I would've taken a picture, but my phone didn't reflect what I was seeing so I gave up.
Suddenly I felt the urge to abandon my bike and walk into some forest near the road I was driving along. I went further and further into the forest and tried to forget myself and be in the moment. Atop the hill in a evergreen forest then a valley of leafy trees leading to human interference. Cut-down trees, dead timber and spoiled soil. Such a sad sight for sore eyes.
Suddenly I spotted her though. She was right there in the middle of once-was-such-a-tall-forest-but-now-merely-timber. The female deer wasn't even 50 meters from me and hadn't noticed me at all. I stopped and watched her. Waiting for her to spot me which surprisingly took quite a while. The dripping from the rain must have been my advantage.
She spotted me and did the oddest little moves with her head. I figure she was trying to determine whether or not I made a threat to her. After a while she wandered off into the forest, but as I moved she ran for it.

Such a magical moment.

Here's a little 10 second video I made:
The windmill

Saturdays

Why spend them like everybody else? I'd eat my old hat few people choose to spend their Saturday (day off) on the high way driving 7 hours south just to pick up a car and drive 7 hours north afterwards. Most people are now logically thinking 'why would I? It seems like a lot of bother for nothing at all'.
Maybe it is.
I guess I just enjoy the ride. The rain pounding hard in the windscreen, the speed, the scenery flashing by. Some of which I recognize, some of which I don't.

My parents wished I had my permit then I could have driven some of the distance....


Yesterday I went to the beach and woods. I fed deer and enjoyed a couple choosing another exit because I had assembled a lot of deer and stags at the gates. They didn't look pleased, but come on it's not lile they attack you just for walking into ther middle.
I guess they were scared by the post from the authorities that the stags are rutting. Pff :)