A Jaunt Up River vs. a Jaunt Down River

Pam and I were quite productive today. We finished making the garden on the south-west side of the house look beautiful. Then while Pam started on the container garden I made mulch by mowing over twelve bags of leaves that have been sitting in a gigantic heap all winter. Some of them were dry. And some of them were slimy. Ew. And while Pam planted wheatgrass I weeded the shasta daisies and echinacea. And while Pam transplanted delphiniums, I transplanted lemon balm. After such a day of work, my hair looked like this:

What is this mess? Am I derranged? One never knows...

After supper I tidied myself up so passersby wouldn't wonder about me as I went on my jaunt. Yes, every evening, I go for a jaunt. Sometimes I jaunt up river, sometimes I jaunt down river. And because I jaunt so often, I thought I would compare the two different types of jaunts.

First, The Down River Jaunt:


When one jaunts down river, one must walk, for very soon after Hartland there is a washed out section of the trail, making the distance not long enough for a bicycle ride. While jaunting down river, one may see pretty rose bushes...

...or worms as long as your foot...

(in case you were wondering, I didn't scream at it)

...or nasty graffitti.

That is all.

Now for The Up River Jaunt:

When one jaunts up river, it is best for one to take the bicycle with the fatty tires. One can go on and on and on, through all the little towns, like Peel and Stickney. Furthermore, the view of the St. John on this route is much more superior. It is also a good choice to bike when travelling up river because there are many pesky dogs. Some of the dogs are friendly, and some of them ARE NOT. So it's best to bike so you can be very speedy if the situation warrents (this happened to me today).

When biking up river, one sees pretty lupins...

...and pretty hills...

... and pretty old barns on pretty hills...

... and pretty streams.

It is very scenic, much more scenic than down river...

... and has adequate signage.

One might even come across a ditch full of blossoms.

What a perfect photo opportunity! Unfortunatley bicycles with fatty tires don't have arms and therefore cannot take pictures. So one has to take a self portrait, which will inevitably look crazy, even if one's hair is sort of neat.

(Let it also be noted that when jaunting down river, one comes across one very small cemetary, and when jaunting upriver, one come across three before even reaching Stickney!)

In conclusion, I would say, without bias, from my depth of experience, that jaunting up river is far more exciting/beautiful/refreshing than jaunting down river. I would go into this more, but I don't see much point. Besides, it's my bedtime.