The Mc Dade Trail. It runs between PA Rt 209 and the Delaware River nearly all the way from Bushkill to Milford, PA. It starts out gravelly and then changes from farm road to woodland trail.
I saw him/her in the distance and hoped it was a Box Turtle. Funny, I’m pretty sure it’s a tortoise not a turtle. Land dweller not a water dweller. Like frogs and toads I guess. I’ll look that up. Sure I will. Anyway, I love these critters. They just seem to appear! It’s weird. They move so slowly you never see them until the are out in the open. Such beautiful coloring. Love them.
This bridge is a very bad memory. A few years ago in the Autumn, I was riding my mountain bike over this bridge. It was wet and had some leaves in places. Right about where I am standing, I saw that little hill over yonder and thought I should down shift now so I can be ready to climb in a lower gear. I just touched my brakes and WHAM. Down I went! Front wheel skidded and my handlebars spun to the left. My right shin came down hard on the axel end on the front wheel. It immediately spawned a golf ball sized lump under a pretty good gash. Scared me. I was so lucky. Nothing else was hurt. Could easily have been a collar bone or a concussion. (I did have a helmet on) All the force went directly into my shin. Some guys on the trail had gauze and some tape so we wrapped it up and I bike limped back to my car and the ER in Stroudesburg. The x-ray showed a chip but there really isn’t anything that you can do with that so home I went. It really friggin’ hurt.
Parts of the path were along the river.
Queen Anne’s Lace. The most beautiful plant name ever.
I love White Pine. Reminds me of Bamboo. A grove of White Pines just makes me happy.
This little buck with velvet antlers just stared at me for 10 seconds at 10 meters! How cool. Spiritual stuff.
This was the 5 mile spot on the trail. I ate a bar, drank some Gatorade, from Florida State you know, hence Gator ade, and started back. The trip back was way quicker, in my head, than the way out. Just like in a car! Time wise it actually was a little slower. I was right around 18 to 20 minutes per mile. 3 miles an hour. With photo taking and stuff.
I love these Timberland Boots. It was hot and tiring and a little painful in my hips at times but a really big deal for 65 year old me… 🙂 10 miles.