This one's special. The route itself is one that traveled a number of times with only slight variations. Long rides can be like that. There are some stretches, especially between cities, where only one option exists, or where one is far superior to the alternatives. And on this ride, it was very much about the destination, not the journey. The journey was nice regardless, but that was a pleasant bonus. The destination in question happens to also be bike ride. Specifically:
I first found out about the Blackpoint Wildlife Drive about 30 years ago from my Uncle Neil. When my Aunt Mona and Uncle Neil would visit, we would travel to all of the bird watching spots in the area. The Wildlife Refuge at Merritt Island was always the highlight. The Blackpoint Drive is 7 miles long and runs through unspoiled tidal wetlands. It exists in symbiosis with the space program, the undeveloped area providing a natural security buffer to the Kennedy Space Center and Cape Canaveral. It is a haven for birds. Egrets, herons, spoonbills, several species of gull, and a number of other shorebirds are frequent sights. Any number of migratory species spend the winter there. A few of the ducks have even decided that migration isn't worth the trouble and stay there year-round.
Sunday was a good day at the refuge. Snowy egrets dotted the landscape. Along the drive, tricolor herons were frequently perched on the mangrove adjacent to the trail. The ducks were not as numerous as they would have been in the peak of the season, with a number of species already migrating north, but there were still some blue winged teal and scaup. Spoonbill flew overhead, the bright pink of their feathers in stark contrast to the blue sky. White pelicans were not a frequent sight, but when they did put in an appearance, they were spectacular. Early into my trip, I was treated to an overflight of at least 30 of the bright white birds swirling around, soaring in a thermal.
As I travelled along the drive, I thought about the times I had made this journey, not by bicycle, but by RV. After they retired, my Aunt and Uncle spent much of the year travelling by RV and staying in and around refuges. One of my favorite memories is that of sitting in their RV near the halfway point of Blackpoint in a wide spot on the trail, having lunch, and taking turns staring through the spotting scope at a bird that may, or may not, be a lesser black-backed gull. The differences between it and the greater black-backed gull are subtile and hard to make out at a couple of hundred yards. It was potentially a "lifer", a new species, for my Uncle. By the end of lunch, the evidence remained inconclusive, and we had to assume it was the more frequent greater gull. That didn't make it any less of a great day.
My Uncle Neil passed away on Saturday. He was 93. My ride on Sunday was for him. I had already planned the trip for Sunday before I got the news. It wasn't just because it was a perfect day for bike riding, and that there would be a lot of birds. I going to write my uncle a letter afterwards, not only to share the birds that saw, but to convey how much his visits had meant to me. Unfortunately, the letter to him was not to be. So, I decided that I would still write about it, sharing the day and my Uncle with everone.