This is Wendy’s sister Sa writing. I have a few things to say about team bird year that may not yet have been said. I have been riding, or vacationing, with these guys for nearly 2 weeks. I would like to enlighten those of you reading as to what Bird Year really seems to be about. Maybe I should start with their rules:
#1. No passing a bagel store unless you already have fresh bagels
#2. No passing an ice cream store on a hot day
#3. No passing a funky coffee shop unless you can blindfold Wendy
There are two topics of discussion on this trip, Malkolm talks about birds and the others discuss food. We talk about what we are about to eat, where we will eat it, where we should stop and buy food and how the meal was last night. This is a Food and Birding trip. Wendy and Ken make comments to Malkolm during the rides about birds they see but really these are distractions from the thrust of their thoughts.
Maybe I have just lucked into a lazy section of their trip but here is a typical day in southern Florida:
Get up and eat.
Pack up. I am always the last to be ready. Some members of Bird Year give me the hairy eyeball.
Ride 10-15 miles and talk about a nice coffee shop we might stop at.
Never find that coffee shop so we stop at the next Publix and buy lunch groceries.
Debate bagel over flat bread or both.
Ride 1 mile and stop to eat.
Talk about dinner.
Ride 5 miles and talk about swimming in the Atlantic. Check out the beach and decide it is too windy and cold.
Ride 5 miles to a Publix and get dinner provisions. I get ice for my mini-cooler and we put the beer in it to keep cold for the final 2 mile grind to the campground.
Pull in at 4pm. Have a shower. Open some beer.
Talk about dinner.
Malkolm takes off to see birds somewhere.
We drink some more beer.
Wash dishes in cold water without soap.
Talk about the bird Malkolm saw that day and how far we rode.
Brush teeth, go to bed.
Think about tomorrow’s food.
That is all.
It is a good way to live. Slow and smooth. They put up with me and that isn’t always easy. I get tea brought to me in bed most mornings so I shouldn’t complain. But here, in this blog, I just wanted you to know the truth.