April 12, 2015
Dan wasn’t feeling well but the weather was too good to ignore. I left him relaxing on the balcony and headed south. I didn’t have much of a plan. The weather was so great that I considered heading as close to the Alps as I could. But it was already noon and I know that traffic coming back into Basel on a Sunday evening can be brutal. So – not too far, but somewhere I could enjoy the lowland budding trees and blooming flowers. Once again, the Jura would answer the call of duty.
Coco keeps Dan company while he reads
I considered a quick ride over Passwang Pass, but the closer I got the more thick the other motorcycles were. I didn’t want to share the road. I took some roads I hadn’t been on before and found that the only vehicle I had to share the road with was a horse-drawn wagon.
Two-horse wagon heading for the village of Wahlen
Coming in to Bärschwil
I was spit out onto a road I knew, one that I usually took when “going somewhere else”. But this time I had nowhere else to go so I chose to explore some of the roads that diverged off into the hills. I took the first right and headed up.
I shared the pavement with more hikers than motorized vehicles
At the top of the ridge I parked the bike and took off my helmet to enjoy the sunshine and the birdsong. What I heard mostly though was the radio that the four Swiss people were enjoying at a nearby fire pit. Oh well – it was too nice of a day not to share it.
Hikers on the other side of the ridge
Back on the bike for further exploration
Someone likes their garden gnomes
The next thing I knew I was crossing the border into France. Whoops. The landscape opened up slightly and I wound my way through forested hills. I set the GPS for “Curvy Roads – Home” and sat back to enjoy the ride.
I felt something tickle my chin, then my lips and eventually my cheek. It tickled and I wondered it if was a spider, an ant or something more exotic. I didn’t mind it crawling around in there, but I didn’t want it to get pinched and bite/sting me in defense. I opened my visor, hoping that it would blow out, but instead it blew back into to my chin. Whoops. Where I was riding left me no place to pull over so I just squinted my eyes as it crawled over my lashes and across my eyebrow. Eventually I found a wide spot in the road, pulled over and opened my visor. The insect, as out of focus as it was on the edge of my helmet opening, appeared to be a honey bee. It flew away immediately and I resumed my ride home. Success!
French brick work
The greenness grows greater!
Riding into town for lunch
It was a short day and while I could have very easily more than doubled my time out, it was time to go home. Days like this should never be taken for granted and I’m glad I got out for as long as I did.