Hostile Traveler

Here in New England, we only get a handful of really good days a year (the number is actually seven), and today was one of those days. So inspired was I by the weather that I blew the spiderwebs off my mountain bike, gave it a quick tune-up, and went for a ride.

There’s an old railroad near my house that was paved over for biking, equestrian, rollerblading, walking, lurching, sashaying - pretty much whatever use you want to give it, though streaking appears to be frowned upon. Damn Puritans….they really ought to make signs more clear - how was I supposed to know? But I digress. It’s called the Nashua River Rail Trail and runs about 11 miles between Ayer, MA and Nashua, NH.

Fall here is by far my favorite season. Pleasant days, crisp nights, and all of the trees call an end to summer with a show of color. I’m not sure if we’ve hit the most colorful part of the season yet or not, but it’s still quite nice. The rail trail runs along the (not so) mighty Nashua river through mostly wooded areas, and it’s a very nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I’ll have to do it again sometime…preferably before it gets frigid and all the leaves are gone.