I love riding my bike, but I find that I enjoy it a lot more if I have a destination with a purpose. If I'm just 'riding to be riding' I get bored. Sad, but true.
So, today I rode to the next town over to get my hair cut and highlighted. It was 8 miles each way and coming home was a slight grade the entire way. The path is an old railroad easement, so it's very straight and the grade is mostly gentle, but still...
Along the way I smelled honeysuckle, and saw lots of cardinals. I also heard lots and lots of birds and frogs. The path goes along a creek in several places. It's called "Difficult Run".
The crossing point of the trail from the next town over to mine is a place that was hotly contested during the Civil War. It's called Hunter Station and you can read about it here. It is really quite interesting!
At one point there was a kind-of creepy guy on the trail. Have you ever had that experience where the vibes coming off someone just said, "not right"? I decided to cut my ride back short by going behind a school (a shortcut only locals know about) rather than press on through the more desolate part of the trail. As I turned around to go back to that turn-off, the guy was coming back up the trail, after having passed me going the opposite way earlier. He didn't follow me on the turn, but I was keeping an eye out and noting every yard I was behind that had people in it so I could yell.
I hate when that happens.
Anyway, I'm a little sunburned, a lot tired, and much more blonde than I was before I went to see Tyler.
A good day.