I rode the D&R Canal path today, from Frenchtown to Lambertville. Often I set out to ride without having decided how far I will go. I was thinking I wanted a long ride because I had the whole day free and could do so. But it was 98 degrees and super-humid, the kind of humid where you can't brush the trail dust/grit off your skin. I wasn't sure what my stamina or enthusiasm was, but somewhere along the way, I decided I wanted to ride to Lambertville -- so I could have pizza at Guiseppe's. Last time I passed through town on my bike I had an awesome slice of white pizza with pesto and fresh tomatoes and this became my goal -- more so than the 17 miles I had to bike to get there. It did not disappoint!
On the way home, I couldn't believe how many tubers were in the Delaware River... easily 200 or more. I was envious of how much more relaxing and cool their activity appeared! At one point I stopped to rest and study some new canal levies that had been built not long ago. It was this quiet place and the only sounds were the summer locusts. The water had that stagnant look; I'll bet it was really warm. There were dragonflies diving to the water for bugs and butterflies flitting to flowers for pollen...and as I stood there studying the whole scene, I found myself thinking of Mark Twain's tales of summertime along the Mississippi. A day so hot and humid that even the fish swim slow and the best thing for a kid to do is get on a raft.
Ride report: 34 miles, 1 blue heron, 2 does, 2 fawns, 1 bunny
On the way home, I couldn't believe how many tubers were in the Delaware River... easily 200 or more. I was envious of how much more relaxing and cool their activity appeared! At one point I stopped to rest and study some new canal levies that had been built not long ago. It was this quiet place and the only sounds were the summer locusts. The water had that stagnant look; I'll bet it was really warm. There were dragonflies diving to the water for bugs and butterflies flitting to flowers for pollen...and as I stood there studying the whole scene, I found myself thinking of Mark Twain's tales of summertime along the Mississippi. A day so hot and humid that even the fish swim slow and the best thing for a kid to do is get on a raft.
Ride report: 34 miles, 1 blue heron, 2 does, 2 fawns, 1 bunny