While cycling the trail yesterday, I encountered a bear in the trail. After the attack this past week in VA, it was intimidating to know that the bear saw me, went into the brush along the trail, and I cycled by, within about 15 seconds. It was a young adult, much like the one in our friend’s yard last winter and less than a mile away. could have been the same bear.
Other than that. the foliage is beginning to turn. The buckeyes are the only thing turning right now, but they generally begin to acquire red leaves about 6 weeks after the vernal equinox. The river is low. Deer are grazing in the river, where the river grass is growing.
Our beautiful, old “blue bridge” is gone. They build a new, concrete structure and removed the beautiful, rusty, old, steel bridge for safety reasons. I miss it terribly, but am glad that we got a year of rides over to it and hours sitting on the bridge, swinging our feet like children as we spotted trout in the river below. Such memories a a sweet gift.
Go make your own breeze and remember; if you aren’t having fun, you’re in the wrong gear.