Robb and I went cycling near the Oakland Airport today. We're trying to prepare for our fundraising ride next weekend. We had stopped for a drink of water, when I noticed a family hanging over the edge of a bridge, watching a school of rays.
This is a pretty lousy cell-phone movie, but I don't care! I possess an almost insane love of rays and skates. I don't actually know much about them, but when I see them swimming, my heart just about bursts with joy. We saw about half a dozen (what I think are) bat rays, swimming in the channel. It was hard to tell, but Robb and I think that these animals were two or two-and-half feet across. I kept wondering what the ducks swimming in the channel thought of the rays.
As far as I'm concerned, it was magical to see such dream-like creatures.
The ride was pretty humbling. Somehow I haven't done much cycling in the last year. Robb broke his back (again). We had to move out 18,000 square foot warehouse-studio, while producing a full season of plays. And I'd been busy with the house and garden.
That big ride next weekend is going to hurt.