Took an overnight to Lincoln Beach, the ruinous remains of a formerly segregated beach in New Orleans East on the south shore of Lake Ponchartrain. It was a good dose of bikage, drinks, spliffs, campfires, and southern sun. We saw some shooting stars, heard bounce jams juxtaposed with bird songs, and waded in and out of the lake in between battles with mosquitoes.
Bike rides is nature walks. It’s mulberry season again. Time for taking mental notes on the locations of all the fruitful trees and casually pedaling, picking, and exploring new nooks & crannies of the city while bouncing from tree to tree. The freezer is slowly fillings with bricks of frozen berries to cook into jam and can on a rainy day for the best french toasts.