Photos, as promised. I thought I took more photos than I did!


A sandy stretch of Mount Misery Road. These sand roads can be good and hard, and you can roll along at full speed; but when you hit a soft patch and start your wheels start digging in, it can get to be hard work in an instant. I didn't have to put my foot down once, but it slowed me down.


This is the section where they were doing a controlled burn last time I rode down here. All the blueberry bushes on the right side of the road seem to have died, but the pines and ferns and other stuff are fine.


Again you can make out the dead blueberries on the right, live on the left. This was the first time I've seen the pinelands in the full flower of Spring; everything bright green. There was a fresh smell in the air that I couldn't quite place; it smelled like honey, I think, or flowers. Never quite strong enough to really stand out, but made my ride very pleasant. Except my eyes were so full of pollen it felt like I'd been rolling in sand.



I rode my 1972 Fuji "The Finest" but I didn't take any pictures of the bike. When I stopped at Budd Family Farm for lunch (it was actually only 9 AM but I'd been out for hours by then) there was a large group road cyclists just getting ready to leave. My bike got many comments --men saying "wow, that's old school!" and women saying "wow, that's pretty!" It was very comfortable, for sure. I rode no hands quite a bit, mainly to take the pressure off my hands. My CTS has been acting up... so I was stretching my wrists while riding along no hands for miles at a stretch. Of course, this being the pinelands, I didn't have to steer much.