Weekend: the way it should be.

Saturday was spent pedaling the leaf covered trails of Blue mountain with LD and the Mosquito in the rain. Slick would be one way to describe the trail from the intermittent rain or the ever present mist when it was not coming down in buckets. A great day under the canopy of the forest.


Sunday:

There are days when nothing extraordinary occurs, but some how a chain of normal, simple, ordinary perfect events happens that make you wish every day was like this: Bike ride in the fall, with the perfect music, sun, crisp air, and my thoughts. Just a little time to myself. At the mid way point I bumped into friends and one became three: latte, bagel with cream cheese and silly conversation. Followed up by a good pedal home.

A fall ride to Nyack for cafe con leche had been on my mind for some time and todays ride was page right out of how I dreamt it.