Yesterday we dragged ourselves out for an afternoon ride, still feeling slightly hungover from a late Saturday night out. The weather was glorious. It was just picture perfect yesterday and even though I felt stiff and hadn't been on my bike in a week, I was anxious to get outside.
September is probably my best month on the bike because I have the springtime slog behind me and a summer's worth of fitness still hanging in. (I also have a mysterious patch of poison ivy in a place on my body where poison ivy has no business. WHY.)
We started on North Trail, crossed the pedestrian bridge, rode the lost trail around the far side of Belle Island, hit Buttermilk and then did the loop of Forest Hill. Kenny wanted to take the road home from there but I wanted to take the trail home, a suggestion I began to regret because man, was I tired. I make mistakes when I'm tired and ended up missing a few tricky sections. No injuries or bloodshed, thankfully.
We also rode last Sunday (same trails, opposite direction) and I actually remembered to bring a camera! Woo.
Somewhere in Forest Hill Park:
Kenny saw this branch seething with tiny white bugs:
Oh, that is the grossest thing ever:
The climb known as Heartbreak Hill. Oof:
One of the ravine whoops in Forest Hill:
What's that up ahead on the trail?
Why, it's turtle business time and we interrupted:
Sorry little dudes.
This switchback is one of my favorite sections of Forest Hill:
Kenny going down the hill on North Trail:
I love the crazy giant monster kudzu shapes: