And another lil' ungulate, at Earthquake Park:

Awwww! Look at the bab....Hey! No, not onto the path! Bad calf:

Another detour around another moose. Welcome to fall on the Coastal Trail. We counted 11 of the hairy buggers on the way home tonight. Here I am about to almost rear-end the Lady, again. And while the sound of my tires skidding alerted one of the runners, the one with headphones on required a ringing of the bell:

My lady, my city:

Man, my poor lil' car just can't compete with the bike. When have you ever driven 20 miles out of your way, for no reason, and still called it a good commute?
The End (I am so getting smacked if she sees this):