Morgan Territory Pt II
These cows were pretty vocal
That's the Zhid Wife pedaling fast past a large group of cows, which included a bull that was none too pleased with the intrusion.
This is a bad picture of some calves that were, if I have to say, cute.
As we continued on, the cows began to appear ON the trail. Zhid Wife wanted to turn around but I told her that if you punch a cow in the nose, they run away...though I made that up on the spot, she seemed to be calmed by it. I then proceeded to sing "Freebird", at the top of my lungs, and clapped my hands, hoping to annoy the cows so much that they'd move off the trail. It worked.
I thought this was very cool looking...this trail is usually just dirt and the sight of it covered in green was interesting.
The Zhid Wife navigating around the cow patties.
We stopped next to this family of cows (must have been lesbians, as there was no bull around) and just watched them for about 15 minutes. It was an unusual zen like thing...there was no noice other than the sound of the cows ripping the grass off and chewing it and they didn't even seem to notice us, even though we were no more than 10 feet from them.
The end of the ride with the bikes in the back of the Zhid truck. There was a LOT of mud on the trails and, as a result, stuck all over the bikes.
And this is a view on the road back down from Morgan Territory, looking out over the Livermore valley towards Danville. It's a gorgeous area, shockingly free of development (and I will note, a REPUBLICAN area, so the fact that it's one of the least spoiled environments in the Bay Area proves, again, that the Democrats are no friends of the environment...compare this view to one of Oakland, where there's no open space left, and it becomes obvious).
That's the Zhid Wife pedaling fast past a large group of cows, which included a bull that was none too pleased with the intrusion.
This is a bad picture of some calves that were, if I have to say, cute.
As we continued on, the cows began to appear ON the trail. Zhid Wife wanted to turn around but I told her that if you punch a cow in the nose, they run away...though I made that up on the spot, she seemed to be calmed by it. I then proceeded to sing "Freebird", at the top of my lungs, and clapped my hands, hoping to annoy the cows so much that they'd move off the trail. It worked.
I thought this was very cool looking...this trail is usually just dirt and the sight of it covered in green was interesting.
The Zhid Wife navigating around the cow patties.
We stopped next to this family of cows (must have been lesbians, as there was no bull around) and just watched them for about 15 minutes. It was an unusual zen like thing...there was no noice other than the sound of the cows ripping the grass off and chewing it and they didn't even seem to notice us, even though we were no more than 10 feet from them.
The end of the ride with the bikes in the back of the Zhid truck. There was a LOT of mud on the trails and, as a result, stuck all over the bikes.
And this is a view on the road back down from Morgan Territory, looking out over the Livermore valley towards Danville. It's a gorgeous area, shockingly free of development (and I will note, a REPUBLICAN area, so the fact that it's one of the least spoiled environments in the Bay Area proves, again, that the Democrats are no friends of the environment...compare this view to one of Oakland, where there's no open space left, and it becomes obvious).
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