The unexpected

Went for an almost dark ride on the mountain bike the other night, straight from our camp site which sat on the banks of a river. The owner of the site said that there was a walking trail on the other side of the river that led to town. Riding the other way, we followed a series of bike paths to an official path by the mouth of the river. An enjoyable ride.

As we raced back to the campsite, I noticed a run of single track which seemed to run along the banks of a river. Whether this was ‘our’ river, I wasn’t too sure, but thought we might as well go and see. What followed was about 3 kms of some zippy trails, following the river, weaving in and out of the bush.

I was about to decide that this was the wrong river when the campground came into view. We pulled up, crossed the river and sat down by the tent.

Unexpected joys hold special value.