Charlie went in to the lab early this morning and we were having coffee and bagels by 8:00 at the Laurel Street Bakery. Reading the newspaper across from each other is really the perfect way to start the day, and being at the bakery somehow makes it even better. This morning Charlie read aloud a few bits of the
article about the man floating in the Gulf while a shark circled before we read and sipped in silence, enjoying the sound of the bread hook at work in the bakery and the breeze from the open door.

Our bikes were already loaded, so by 9:30 we were on the Causeway, heading to the north shore of the lake. We listened to
The Chronicles of Narnia in preparation for the newly released film. We had listened to about half of the discs in all of our cross country driving while evacuated after Hurricane Katrina, but hadn't really been in the car for enough time to make any progress since then.
Starting the discs made me a bit teary at first. It was a difficult time for us, uncertain what our future was and where our future was for our family. And during the time we listened I was pregnant and we spoke of listening to books on tapes as a family and even added "Lucy" (one of the characters) to our list of baby names. But the tears came and went as I brought myself to the here and now on the Causeway with Charlie listening to a book on tape on a Sunday morning.
By 11:00 we were peddling out of Covington on
The Tammany Trace. It was once a railroad corridor through St. Tammany Parish but now it is 26.5 miles of paved path connecting Covington, Abita Springs, Mandeville, Lacombe, and Slidell.

We started in Old Covington with designs on making the entire 53 mile round trip journey to Slidell and back.

I spent most of the day following. Same old excuse...my short legs can only peddle so fast, and besides I was overstimulated and had lots to look at! He would have died if I hopped off my bike to photograph the turtles an waterlilies.

After riding out two hours, and a few stops to massage the jello legs and munch on granola, we decided we had better turn around and head back.

I figure we made it about 20 miles out, and it was an awfully long peddle back.

I was dumped when we reached Abita Springs, so he could make better time without me. The last 3 miles to Covington he did solo and then met me with the truck at the
Abita Brew Pub.

And in compete South Louisiana fashion, there was an outdoor concert going on at the park next door! Lots of umbrellas, lawn chairs, and beers with the fiddle and washboard and accordion providing tunes.

Beers, burgers, beers, and root beer floats!

I am not sure if I'll be walking in the morning. I hope I can manage to get down the stairs to leave the house.

Charlie brought home two growlers...one with Andygator and the other with a new Four Grain Brew.

And you know, those beers don't last long in the growlers, so we are drinking up, trying to forget our legs are attached to our bodies!