|Farmers Market Ogden|
Okay, this man of mine really knows how to sell me on a new place.
He knows I like the bike path version of the world -- puts me on two wheels and runs me along a river,
|Ogden Botanical Gardens - USU Extension|
through a botanical garden, past tidy temple grounds
|Ogden Utah Temple|
to a street market full of people to talk to: fresh-faced girls selling peaches, quiet cowboys with freezers full of range-grazed beef, bearded bakers, Mennonite beekeepers, Vietnamese greens growers, leather-faced potters and tattooed leather workers and even an expatriate Afrikaans collector of local ghost stories hawking her books - she and her husband now live above the corner bookstore right behind us.
A Latino father and sons with a 2-acre farm out by the lake fish out their best watermelon for us -- guaranteed delicious or our money back -- they knew they were safe. By the time we sit on a shady curb for lunch, I'm sold. Tow-headed kindergartners goggle at our funny folding bikes. An Island woman confers with us over the trail map and leaves her bike under our watch while she goes in search of water.
|Ogden Union Station|
We eat tuna fish sandwiches and cherries (packed from Fritz' apartment) outside the grand Union Station (now a museum and grill but lots of great old engines and cars collected in the covered yard). Looks like this place will have all the ingredients I need to be happy -- all that plus cheerful old men in wide-brimmed hats pedaling along the path, urban kayakers putting in, families of rubber rafters splashing out, bold half-grown boys coming over to chat, Mexican grandmas sitting on the rocks hugging their arms while their grandsons try to catch the big one and then when the paved trail ends we get to ATV it to the river's edge where boys & rocks & bodies of water do their usual thing.
|Weber River Parkway - Ogden River Parkway|
Since it looks like we will have to find ourselves a house here, I'm glad it looks like we're going to be able to find ourselves a home.
|all the usual consequences|
you would expect
from mountain biking over scrub
in road slicks