Bike riding is supposed to be relaxing, but today's ride was annoying. I decided to go with my camera to take pictures for this blog.
The first image I attempted to take was of this homeless woman I see often on my route from Dumuth Park to Indian Canyons and back.
The woman is about 40 with bleach-blonde hair, not too bad looking, but definitely on the rough side of life.
I just wanted to take a picture of her shopping cart, which had an interesting sign posted to it, so I stopped and got ready to take the picture when she walked up.
I asked her if I could take her picture with the shopping cart and she yelled, "No! If you do I'll call the law!"
"Call the law!" I thought. What an odd way of putting it. It sounded like on old Western movie.
So I rode on, wasting the precious beautiful moments of peace and scenery thinking about it. She had always been friendly to me on previous rides. Oh well...she had probably forgotten about it several moments after I had passed.
I rode on...right into a "Road Closed" sign going to the entrance of Indian Canyons. "Sh..!" I thought. Two miles my bike ride is cut off. The most scenic part of it.
That got me thinking about land ownership. In this valley the tribes own a lot of the land. They have the right to do what they want with it...and they do.
They will fine $1000 dollars if you go off the road onto their land. I'm not quite sure how that works, though, as I've crossed the line several times to take pictures, only to be spoken to by a tribal ranger. Never got the fine.
I figure that since I live in an area with lots of rich people and finicky tribes, the places I go will be limited and the things I do, restricted.
Sometimes I hit the pictures just right, and other times all wrong.
