The MS CoPilot created the following narrative and the title. Not totally accurate but interesting …

On a sun-kissed morning, I embarked on a two-wheeled journey that wove through the picturesque neighborhoods of Kingwood, Texas. My trusty Canyon Endurace CF 7 (actually I rode my Cervelo Caledonia) bike carried me along a route that blended suburban charm with natural beauty.

Starting from Kingwood, I pedaled southward, passing through Woodridge Forest—a neighborhood adorned with lush greenery and neatly manicured lawns. The scent of blooming flowers lingered in the air as I glided along the streets, the morning sun casting long shadows on the pavement.

Next, I veered onto the Brooklyn Trails, where the path (no path streets only) meandered through wooded areas (no trees). Tall trees stood sentinel, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. The trail led me northward, and soon I found myself on Community Drive, where friendly waves from fellow cyclists and joggers greeted me.

As I continued, the landscape transformed. Valley Ranch unfolded before me—a community nestled amidst rolling hills (no hills here). The road widened, and I followed FM1314, heading northwest. The distant outline of the San Jacinto River framed my view (the river was not anywhere near me), and I marveled at the serene beauty of the Texas countryside.

Cumberland Boulevard beckoned, and I pedaled onward. The entrance to The Highlands—a gated enclave—appeared like a hidden gem (not a gated community as far as I could tell). I paused briefly, admiring the elegant architecture and well-tended gardens (only construction equipment at the entrance). Then, retracing my path, I rejoined FM1314, the wind whispering encouragement as I rode.

Oakhurst awaited—a neighborhood known for its friendly atmosphere and tree-lined streets. The rhythmic click of my pedals accompanied me as I explored its nooks and crannies. Finally, I completed the loop, returning to Kingwood—the place where my cycling adventures always begin and end.

As I dismounted, sweat-slicked and exhilarated, I reflected on the diverse landscapes, the camaraderie of fellow riders, and the simple joy of exploring my own backyard on two wheels. With each turn of the crank, I had not only covered miles but also woven memories into the fabric of my cycling journey.

I did take these photos in Valley Ranch at Elk Haven. The orange flowers caught my attention.