15k on the year's final day
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
I took my old bike out for a spin this morning, covering about fifteen kilometers from Mari's parents place to the sea then back inland, through a tunnel that cuts through a big rock in the middle of the valley, and then traipsing my way back. It was great. The old bike's tires a pretty threadbare and the seat's now cracked and several rusty components need replacing, but it was a joy to ride.
Along the way I visited a camera store looking for a hood for my father-in-law's camera. Struck out on that one, but I managed to find a big (and steller) cave set into the basalt by the sea where a shrine has been built. I'd been there once before (something I discovered on my own while on my bike two years ago) but this time I discovered a second small entrance—a tight tunnel underneath the main entrance.
Here's the area: