I stopped while bicycling by this herd of sheep grazing under Portugal's cork trees. A soothing pastoral scene. We think of sheep as creatures who meander or mindlessly follow a leader - whoever seems to be in front of the pack. Why do they do that, I wonder.
So, I get back on my bike and silently wonder if the sheep watch us as we pass by with the same curiosity; a long line of strangely clad creatures sitting on a narrow uncomfortable chair atop a 2 wheel contraption, mindlessly peddling and sweating away, following our obvious leader clad in spandex (I'm conspicuous in my cotton cargo shorts), to a destination yet unknown. Why do they do that, they wonder.
Oh well, enough philosophical speculation. Suck it up. Only 15 more miles to go to my next destination and a beer.