I took Pershing down to Arlington Boulevard (the intersection is currently a mess. Also, when are they extending/building anew the trail around there? ) and then Fairfax Drive and then over the Meade Street bridge (there were these meetings to make suggestions to make that connection better), over to the now impenetrable Wright gate and then down the hill to the trail that half-loops over to the Memorial Bridge. A motorist stopped her car to allow me to cross the busy Washington Boulevard (I didn't know what the road leading to the bridge is called, but I looked it up and it's called Washington Boulevard. Creative.) and continue my way over the bridge.
It's picturesque and if you like looking at the back of the Lincoln Memorial while traversing a river, I highly recommend it.
At the stop light at 23rd and Independence, I made some small talk with a fellow cyclist.
Him: MorningI'm quite a conversationalist. Almost as good as I am a photographer. Look:
Him: Going to see the Cherry Blossoms.
Me: Yeah, me too.
Him: I forgot my camera. But I guess I already have pictures from last year.
Me: Yeah, I think if you live here long enough, you have pictures from every year.
Me: Have fun.
|Are there even cherry blossoms in this picture?|
|Climbing uphill or just didn't hold the camera right?|
I took these while biking along Ohio Drive. No time to stop- I'm on my way to work! Free enterprise! Atlas Shrugged!
Then I decided to actually stop and take some more:
|Faintly visible Washington Monument|
|I think the Jefferson is back there somewhere|
|If someone steals my bike, I'll totally have a picture of them doing it.|
I don't know of too many drivers who take these kinds of diversions on their way to work.
I saw a mild car crash along the Monodirectional During Rush Hours Four Lane Highway through a Park (a driver hit the back of someone else's car when they were both pulling away from a stop sign. Whoops) and that inspired me to stay along the Rock Creek Trail rather than go down K and get on the CCT. I like the Rock Creek Trail and I barely ever ride on it because it's a) not especially close and b) wildly inconvenient on the weekends when it's full of joggers. There were a few bike commuters heading in the opposite direction (I swear I'm the only person who bikes uptown for work) and, in general, the pastoral tortuousness was pleasant. That is until I got to the exit from the park at Calvert Street. About half way up a rather unpleasant hill, there's a sign that reads "Move Right- Steep Grade" or something like that. I was like "no shit, why didn't you say something at the bottom?," but it's not as if cursing at the sign would have made any difference- I still had to go up. From the exit of the park, I went Calvert to Cleveland (more hill, riding in the space between parked cars and the right lane dashed lines) and over to Garfield (more hill, bike lane) to Massachusetts (downhill, then uphill a little) to work.
The whole trip took about an extra hour from my normal ride. Is there a point of this story, aside from America Rules and that the government needs to stop curtailing my freedom (but still pay for old peoples' unlimited socialized medical care)? Not really. It's just nice to know that you can leave home a little earlier than usual and get to work a little bit later and in the mean time take advantage of nice weather to see something that a lot of people pay thousands of dollars to only get to see from behind the windows of a tour bus, or maybe during a 15 minute break from riding around in that bus. So, yeah, consider that an endorsement of visiting the Cherry Blossoms by bike.