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Yesterday was so pretty that I had to play hooky from myself and take off for an afternoon mt-bike tour of the local trails. I was the only person I saw out on a bike. I passed one pair of peds on a trail.
From my house I can do about an 8 mile loop where 6 miles are on dirt.
The first chunk of trail is along the river. Then some scenic paved. Then I push-a-bike over a hardwoods ridge—where the trail that I used to maintain is finally grown-over (someday!). Then there’s a mile of 2-track thru vacant fields. Then there’s a mile of dirt road and a mile of paved to home.
The kids got home not long after the outing and I couldn’t resist taking Lucy out for a canoe jaunt. Then Henry and I rode the tandem to go fetch the car at the put-in.
Here are some pics from the bike portion of the outing.

After the 2-kid canoe/tandem outing.

On the bike ride home I came across someone else out for a color tour.

The last 4 apples off of my secret wild tree. Ready for pie!

Riding thru a mile of wild fields.

Push-a-bike over the hardwoods ridge. I grew up playing, hiking, hunting and trapping in the whole area where I biked today. Fall was always the best time to be out there. There are still tons of coyotes, turkeys, deer, geese, ducks…critters of every Midwest kinds…along this route.

Cogs usually don’t camoflage with weeds. In this case, the weeds ARE the cogs. I biked thru a cat-tail swamp… The gears got full of dry vegetation. They were like a bouquet, kind of scenic.