Some days the bike just needs to stay in the garage.
That sounds sacrilegious!
Bear with me on this one. The wife and I needed an opportunity to get outdoors for a bit and as the result of my many area bike outings
, I knew just where to take her for a pleasant and peacefull little walk.
Knowing how much she enjoys autumns brilliant colors and watching wildlife in its natural habitat, I took her over to the Genesee River Trail and we strolled down to the Turning Basin. (This is a trail that I include in all of my recreational rides.) We weren't alone. Can you believe that people pay $55 to ride these Segways on a three mile out and back along the trail? That's almost $10 per mile for a short little six mile ride.
I have often noticed a very broad hiking trail in Durand Eastman park during my many rides through that area but I was always afraid to leave my bike unattended while I hiked the trail, so I figured today would be a great opportunity to explore that trail. We got back in the truck and headed over to Durand, a mere three miles away.
It was well worth the effort as these pictures may show....
This next picture is preambled by this silly little story. Now you can see what my recent stresses have done to my already partially warped brain....
Just imagine, over one hundred years ago a tiny seed strategically landed here and commenced to grow. The tiny little seedling somehow survived the foraging deer, the annual onslaught of winterís snow and ice, and the ferocity of summerís lightning storms to grow into a majestic mature tree. This mighty tree served its community well. It provided food and shelter for all the area wildlife, helped conserve the soil with its massive root system, and fertilized that same soil with an annual leaf drop.
Then one day the massive tree commenced to die. It was a painfully slow process taking decades to complete. First one branch became diseased and slowly lost its struggle to survive, than another, and another, until one year there were no new buds of life on that extensive system of branches.
Even in death this wonderful tree continued to give. It provided perches for small critters to hunt from, or escape their own hunters. Piece by piece though, as the last of the behemothís lifeís moisture escaped leaving its once resilient limbs all brittle and weak, the majestic tree finally started dropping bits of itself to the very soil that gave it life. Every couple of years the tree dropped another limb back to the soil to decay, returning the magic that gave the little seed its life. Now, the only recognizable remains of this truly remarkable story is this weathered and rotted piece of that once glorious tree.
Why did all of this take place, you might ask. Well Iím here to tell you. This all had but one purpose and that purpose was so that this old coot could take this pretty picture. Thatís my story and Iím sticking to it.
Though I knew of these areas as a result of cycling I opted to post these fall photos in a separate thread since they technically are not cycling photos.
Last edited by cranky old dude; 10-19-12 at 06:25 PM.