I spent the day reading and thinking and doing my taxes, so by the time the evening rolled around, I was excited to get out of the house. I hopped on Rhoda and pedaled down to the casino to join N. for a free buffet dinner. Ah, the casino buffet. N. was a purist–she ate only crab legs, pound after pound of crab legs, refusing to waste buffet time on such things as lettuce or potatoes. I went with the classic thanksgiving feast followed by an omelette and a hot fudge sundae. Weird. Anyway, when I finally made my way out of the place, I was definitely feeling the need for a bike ride. I decided to go check out the river, zipping quietly through Woldenberg Park with few others in sight. Then I got to the end of the bike path, where I took this photo of the Governor Nicholls Street Wharf. Why oh why does the path have to end here so abruptly and so soon? That’s the thing about bicycle infrastructure–it makes the most sense when somebody thinks about what’s going to happen when the bike lane or path ends. I would love to see a connected bike/walk path along the river from Uptown through the 9th Ward, but that’s just a fantasy. I ended my night heading from here to the St. Claude bike lane where I just rode as fast as I could up and down the thing, dancing along on my bike, saying my “how you doing?”-s to the many folks enjoying this crispy full-moon night.