I am not ready to hang my bicycle up for the season just yet.
I took a fairly long bike ride yesterday.
I will miss my bike. Not everyone agrees with me, but I consider Jericho, VT, a pretty unsafe area for bike riding. And then there are also the hills! No, my bike will continue to live in Florida.
I rode in the countryside all the way out to the Mabry Carleton, Jr. Reserve.
The area above is sometimes a pond where all kinds of birds can be observed. Not today though. Today it looked like a river of grass. (From The Everglades: River of Grass, by Marjory Stoneman Douglas, 1947)
It was a hot and humid day, the kind Florida can be famous for. But it was cloudy and I rode fast enough to keep a breeze stirred up on myself. I did not need this sign to warn me off.
I was not tempted to jump off this bridge.
Although I did take advantage of the park pool later in the day.