In the interests of full disclosure, this particular post looks beyond the Buffalo Valley Rail Trail, mainly because I rode my bike elsewhere, and so, elsewhere is from whence the pictures came. While the Rail Trail is great–and I mean great, I love that I get to commute to work that way–it’s still just one route, and as I am getting more confident on my bike I’m looking for different paths to ride, different sights to see. Still within the greater Lewisburg area, of course, because I haven’t yet reached the point where I’m all, “Honey, let’s get a bike rack for the car, hit the road and pedal our way around new and exotic lands.”
Never say never. But I’m just not there yet.
This past Sunday was beeee-yooo-tiful. A little chillier than I’ve ridden in before, perhaps, but gorgeous and sunny. George and I hopped on our bikes and were out into the world.
A hilly world.
We live in the middle of lots and lots of hills.
Like this one.
Don’t think for a minute that I didn’t want a nap as soon as I got to the top of this hill. But then I was rewarded. I got to feast my eyes on this
And I got to meet this li’l guy.
Down the road a piece, we came across this
Before going here
And back to the Rail Trail.
Which had its own set of beauteous charms. Like this…furry…white…whatsitsface plant.
I don’t know what it is but I sure think it’s pretty!
This is my favorite corn field along the Rail Trail. Don’t know why. Just love to feast my eyes upon it.
And then there’s…ummmmm…
In all seriousness, if anyone wants to school me on what plant is what, I’m happy to learn.
A picture of a few late-season black walnuts, hanging on to their tree. The Green-Hulled Menace of the Rail Trail. Because really, when they fall from their branches and whack you right on the arm, they frigging hurt.
Yes, it’s true. I really like it here.