stuck in the Haj

I am first and foremost a 'walker', but there's something magical when I go for a bike ride like I did this morning. It's just so smooth, and I can ride through, or fly through 3 or 4 of my regular walking routes in one riding session.

This morning I rode south along the Green River to Ft Dent and the Southcenter area, up to the LRT station on 99, and then I turned back north in a kind of loop ride. I actually coasted much of the ride back down the International Blvd (99) to our house. Cool, literally...
I thought the Sounders had some kind of soccer thing happening when I got to Ft Dent, and I didn't realize it was some kind of Muslim event until I found myself in a river of Muslim families on the bike path exiting the park. It felt like I somehow got stuck in the Haj...
ps - the last day of Ramadan...