cranky old dude

So the wife and I were in attendance at a picnic on Labor Day when the
conversation turned to cycling. When my bride mentioned that I'ld been
riding 20 to 35 miles each morning (I've been on Vacation), everyone was
in shock. "How could anyone do anything so boring, riding the same places
for so long everyday?" Well, I couldn't explain what I enjoyed about my
ride very well, so I took my camera out with me to chronical it with photos.

The first two miles amble through quiet residential streets....



...and then enters the East entrance to this large parklike cemetary. Though it's
only about 1/2 mile from the East to the West entrance, I often ride as much
as two miles through out it's peaceful tree lined lanes....



Once we roll out of the cemetary, we glide down more quiet residential
streets and cut through the grounds of this church where as a teen I
used to play the Guitar at Folk Masses every Sunday Morning...



About six miles into the ride, we reach the south end of the bike trail
along Interstate 390. It's about 5 miles long and is very seldom within
earshot of the highway. The pond on the left is home to Blue Heron and
ducks and is visible from several locations on the trail.....



The pond drains through this babbling brook on the left of the trail...



and past this High School sports field where there's plenty of after
school sports to watch and enjoy....



This meadow generally has several deer grazing in it in the early morning...



As we continue, we enter what my daughter called the Deep Dark Woods...



which empty out into this large town park. Many soccer matches to be seen here...



This field is at the north end of the trail. It used to be a Corn Field...nothing
but Golden Rod now....



Continued...