I tend to wake up early. My wife and daughters like to sleep in so so I recently had a chance to do some exploration while they were sleeping.
I just got back from holiday and the place we were staying at was "right on the bike trail" according to the web site so I packed our bikes. My chosen steed from the stable, my weapon of choice, my arrow from my quiver, my [insert your favourite machismo]... was the Big Dummy.
This is the view leading away from the motel. Unfortunately this was short lived. I don't think this single-track was more than 400m. My daughters did appreciate it, though. "Daddy, are we mountain biking?"
Be vewwy, vewwy quiet.
That little bit of singletrack then turned to this. 25 miles of rails-to-trails. Handy for heading out to the grocery store especially to avoid the crazy traffic on route 6 but not fun at all.
What's this? A turn off? Yes, the rumours and that penciled map thumbtacked to the common room wall appear to be true.
A fire road found under the trees. Let me tell you how much I love to ride under the trees. I love the way the light filters through the leaves. I love the musty smell of all the dead foliage. I love how cool and fresh the air feels and smells. I love riding under the trees. I love riding under the trees. I love riding under the trees.