Forgive me Mr. Berlin, but I've got a little edit to your song:
"Heaven, I'm in Heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
When I'm out here biking cheek to cheek!" :-)
You know those pesky little ladybug-like beetles that proliferate like crazy during the last, frenzied & warm days of fall before the cold and snow sets in...? Sadly, I think I can relate to those bugs...lol!
Around ten of us gathered in the early morning chill to head out on our 47 mile trek up through what is known as the Butternut Valley, following along Route 8 to Mt. Upton and Route 51 through Gilbertsville into Morris, which is actually getting into the Leatherstocking area of upstate New York, the setting for James Fenimore Cooper's classic, The Last of the Mohicans.
Weather again today was *perfection*! A little nippy to start with...I was the only one in shorts & shirt...everyone else had biking pants and jackets, some with multiple layers underneath!
Turns out it WAS a nippy 65 degrees...and that was LATER in the day as the sun arose to fully shine. Probably not much more than 50 to begin with and there was a significant headwind to boot!
The ride was relatively tame with some rolling hills along the way and a couple of respectable hills to climb.
Earlier on we came across a pond which was COVERED with ducks paddling along! Kicking myself not to have gotten a picture of that!
Here was a surprise waterfall!
A group pic of us:
A pic of the upper falls:
Biking along Dimmock Hollow Road:
The view at the TOP of Dimmock Hollow!
At the bottom of the hill one of the ride leaders spoke a bit about Indian lore and history on how the European settlers drove out the Iroquois from their lands in retaliation for the murders and pillaging of some of their settlements. They even enlisted in the assistance of some tribes who made a "deal" with the white man to be able to save their land in exchange for helping them to drive out other tribes. For their trouble they got the boot too, and are still seeking reparations today.
Another fellow told a tale on one of the others: Remember that time when nature called and you went off into the bushes and dropped your shorts into a burdock bush? :-)
We had a pleasant lunch in Morris and on our way back through Gilbertsville we came across an old stone church with a creek running beside it:
Near the end of our ride crossing the Susquehanna River coming into Sidney:
It was an exhilirating finish for me as I had been politely sticking with the group throughout the ride at a pace slower than my usual, but NOW I knew the way...! So I BOOKED IT for the final 15 miles and streaked my way into Sidney...woo hoo!
I wish I could say I've gotten biking out of my system...however, NOW I've got to focus on taking care of business on the home front over the next two days...cookathons, mowing lawns, laundry, putting the house back into some semblance of order and most importantly, preparations for my sons rapidly approaching wedding...!
Going to do my best to SPARK my way along until next weekend when our club returns to Catskill territory in search of EAGLES in the Cannonsville Reservoir area!
Everybody have a wonderful weekend!