Just a little ride

Last week I took a little ride down to Bloomington. I wanted to check out a bookstore that I found listed as an independant bookseller called Caveat Emptor (Latin too rusty? - buyer beware!) Independant booksellers are a dying breed, so I like to give them all the moral support that I can. They get a kick out of hearing that I rode for three hours just to visit their place of business. The store wasn't as large as I had expected but had quite a collection. I bought a hardback copy of the first Barbara Hodgson book I ever read entitled the Sensualist, so that made the trip worthwhile. The bookstore was large enough to cause me to totally lose all track of time and I had to scurry to make it back up to Indy to meet my friend, Stuart for dinner. The next day on my way home, I stopped at Falls Creek Park in Pendleton to sit and eat my lunch. It was beautiful. The only thing that might have made it better would be to have a riding partner to share it with.