Yesterday, in observance of Bike to Work Day, I did my American duty and two-wheeled it to the office. Normally it takes me 20 minutes to drive to the office by car, so I estimated the bike ride would take double the time. But Colorado takes nature very seriously and even the most populated suburbs have expanses of untouched land. One of these open spaces is near my house, which I believed to be a simple short-cut to the office. So I rode my bike into that field, but quickly realized the bike path didn’t start at my location. I saw the path in the distance, so I decide to ride my bike through the field in order to pick up the path. Well this field was filled with prairie dogs running around, literally hundreds of them. And the path in the distance? Well it was a lot further away in reality than my perception. Before I knew it, I was submerged in nature…jumping over streams, climbing rocks…all while carrying/riding my bike. All the while, these prarie dogs were screeching at me, like out of some terrible horror flick. (I was waiting for them to attack and eat me. But fear not: I said to them, “Stop. Leave me alone. I don’t want any problems.”) I finally arrived at the office an hour and twenty minutes after leaving home, covered in dirt and sweat. Ashley remarked that I looked like I had gone on safari. By the time I arrived I was totally starving so I called Papa John’s and ordered a pizza to be delivered to our office..by car. My attempt to save the earth for a day was filled with good intentions, but perhaps I missed the point.