I thought maybe I’d show you the places where I bike, because there’s something awesome about being able to turn off on a little path you never saw before and discover a lake. Or a tiny wooden bridge over a dry creek bed. Or right alongside the road, a little green frog the size of a quarter.
This is Angelborough’s Main Street:
And to prove I’m a criminal, even after I saw this sign, I took the shot:
But what I really wanted to show you was this, and unfortunately there isn’t a camera in the world that can really capture what I want you to see. But imagine you’re on this curvy road, kind of like this,
and then you turn the corner, and you’re surrounded by green on all sides, and on both sides of the road you’ve got these tall maples — thirty, forty feet high — and their branches meet overhead like the ceiling of a cathedral.
I can’t give you the surrounding with my camera. I can give you a shot kind of down the center of the road (although I didn’t, because I didn’t want to become roadkill) but it’s not the same. It’s enough to see why I love to bike here, though. Why it’s worth biking five miles just to be here: