Saturday, after the race, Don and I went to look at bikes. I did not look at or find my dream bike, but I did at least make an appointment for a bike fit. The shop that does the fit does not carry the bikes I want, so I may end up with something else, but at least this is a start.
After that, we headed to the lakeshore to see the eagles that have been flocking by the dozens. We didn't see any, but we did see this.
This is one of our favorite beaches we go to every summer. Oh, you thought we were on the moon?
Its one of the most incredible sights you could ever expect to see. I am actually standing on water. Frozen, snowed over water. The high peaks are likely waves that have frozen. The footing is like walking on rocks and is very slippery besides. My feet were killing me by the time we got back to the car. Don took a bad fall, so hopefully he is okay. We walked until we reached a sharp drop off, which looked like a big ravine, but it was all frozen water. Weird.
As far as you could see, it was a frozen no-man's land. There was no water for at least a mile, if not more. Which is why we did not see any eagles. They come "south" to feed in the open waters, and since there wasn't any--and we went to three beaches, north to south--they may have moved on again.