For those of you who pass through Southwest via Maine Avenue, something exciting happened on Wednesday. The barricades blocking off one lane of Maine Avenue were removed and now people can actually walk on the new sidewalk by Arena Stage. It’s TRUE! I walked there myself.
In addition, it looks like Arena will be back in their home theater in October. Just a few more months! This has been a cool project to watch come together. In March of this year, things looked a little different.
This week, I had to run an errand near Capitol Hill. While in that neck of the woods, I took a couple minutes to pop into the Spirit of Justice Park. The park sits behind the Rayburn House Office Building between C and D Streets, Southwest.
I think I’ve been in this park before, but most often I just walk by it. I’m glad I stopped. It was peaceful (always nice to find in the city), the fountains were going, and the trees blooming. If you ever feel like the city is chewing you up and spitting you out, the Spirit of Justice Park might be a nice place to take a break from it all.
Every day I see a bike that attracts my attention. If I can, I’ll try and take a photo of the bike or at least tell the rider, “Hey, I like your bike!”
Recently, Felkerino and I saw a bike that turned our heads so much we chased the rider down to find out more about it. We don’t normally chase down our fellow cyclists (so don’t be worried, fellow commuters!). However, when we saw this bicycle, we felt we had to seize the moment.
I am so lucky to live in Washington, D.C. Despite the large metropolitan area in which Felkerino and I live, we are a stone’s throw away from beautiful cycling (with mountains, yay!) on quiet back roads.
This weekend, Felkerino and I headed out to the Shenandoah and the mountains of West Virginia to work on our climbing legs. This particular ride was the 203 Kilometer Wild & Wonderful RUSA Permanent #713, designed by D.C. Randonneur George Moore.
Making the trip out was a bit of a haul (about a two hour drive), but the ride was stunning and lots of the riding was shady (always a plus in the summertime). Here are a few highlights to share.
One of these things is not like the other
One of these things just doesn’t belong…
Can you figure out what it is?
This was the status of the bike rack at my local grocery store Thursday evening. I know it’s not always easy for people to find a place for their dog to hang out while they’re inside shopping, but I was a little bummed that a dog beat out my bike at the bike rack. It is a bike rack, after all.
Oh well, I hope the pup enjoyed mingling with the velocipedes. Happy Friday, everybody! I’m off to chase mailboxes.
Did you know that in the past six days, the Washington, D.C., area has received over 3.77 inches of rain? Capitol Weather Gang told me so!
I’m glad the area is getting rain because apparently we are at the beginnings of a drought. However, I do have an issue with the timing of the recent precipitation, as it seems to coincide precisely with the moment that I step outside. I’m trying not to take it personally.
As some of you may know, Felkerino and I are big fans of the wool and try to regularly infuse it into our cycling attire. However, when the weather takes a turn for the toasty, we both switch to the light synthetics.
While I favor the mono-color synthetic cycling jersey, Felkerino seems to like wearing his various Paris-Brest-Paris (PBP) jerseys. I generally find that event jerseys are not my fashion, but perhaps if I had ever ridden PBP, I would want to wear that jersey, too.
As I’ve previously noted, commuting is a great way to maneuver back and forth to work. However, when my cycling consists only of commuting miles, it becomes a drag. That’s why Felkerino and I planned a Virginia Highlands Mini-Tour for this past 4th of July weekend. (Plus, Hains Point was closed so what else were we supposed to do?)
Our ride consisted of three days of riding, with the first and last day based on Crista Borras’s Devil’s Wicked Stepmother 400K Permanent ride. Crista’s short description reads that the route travels through “West Virginia highlands, Virginia’s Blue Grass Valley, Shenandoah Valley & LOTSA mountains.”
As the 4th of July approaches in Washington, D.C., there is a gradual devolution of our landscape. Port-o-potties are imported from all areas of the country and plopped throughout the National Mall. Fencing and chicken wire crop up everywhere.
Worst of all, one of the local cyclists’ favorite spots to catch some easy miles becomes verboten territory. Hains Point, located in the Southwest quadrant of the city, will be completely blocked off until the end of the 4th festivities. Felkerino and I suspect this is where the city stores all its fireworks, but since they won’t let us ride there, we can’t ride down the Point to tell you if that is actually true.