These photos were taken on June 13, 2020.
Our small Alberta city is still surrounded by agricultural land and acreage developments. Stupid us, we have been trying to walk or cycle around Beaumont and
socially physically trying to keep our distance from others, without much success. The multi use paths are too crowded with people, breathing moistly and the appeal of walking on the street has lost its luster.
Fortunately biking is the solution we have been turning to, more and more. If we are on the streets, we may as well act like a vehicle and bicycling helps us to outrun those pesky skeeters. We stayed off the paths and for the most part, did a circumnavigation of our little city, but, eventually, that too became boring.
One day, leaving home, Patty had an idea!
Instead of turning West when we reached 50th Avenue, we turned East and we soon ended up out in the country, communing with this bovine herd, who, no doubt, tried to figure out what manner of creature ambulated about on 2 wheels.
Except for the occasional passing vehicle, it was quiet out in the country. Birds were singing, grass was waving and the sun was shining.
Our discourse with the herd complete, we pedalled further East to see our equine friends. The first few were grazing in a paddock near the road, but alas, the larger herd was at the far end of the farmyard. Riding on a gravel road was not gonna happen, so we gazed from afar.
Now rolling back West, we turned into the Beau Hills acreage subdivision. While, I am sure acreage life has its appeal, there is just way too much grass to cut.
As we pedalled further into the subdivision, we spotted many fine homes, surrounded by acres of rolling lawn. One home had gone a bit above and beyond, with a designed water feature, much different than the pond by the entrance road. Mail delivery on this rural route is by community mailbox, so not much different than where we live.
Back on 505, we proceeded westward back to Beaumont, stopping beside a pond on Coloniale Golf Course to watch the bird action. Male red wing blackbirds played sentry to their nearby nests. Goose and gander carefully escorted their new yellow goslings about the water hazard. All was right with the world.
All these views encompassed in an approximately 14 km long ride. We will be back.