My answer to the stock market and presidential debates

I'm loading the mountain bike on the car and driving over to Acadia, to spend a few hours on the carriage trails in autumnal glory.  The world can shove itself where the sun don't shine.

Frivolity rules!

Maybe the temperature will be out of the 40s F when I get there . . .

Frivolity accomplished

(Okay, apparently LJ doesn't like frivolity.  Frank just ate that first attempt at posting.)

No roadkill report, as I wasn't biking on roads.  Assorted porcupines and woodchucks cast up broken by the route to and from, but those don't count.  And the road through the Triangle area is a royal PITA, with construction and stuff.

Carriage trails lived up to expectation, with clear light and warm enough that I pulled off the fleece jacket after about half an hour riding.  Lots of "foliage" to admire, some of which I photographed but I won't upload pictures because nobody cared enough to comment on the bog photos yesterday.  So there!  Your loss.

Weird feeling, riding a bike downhill on a gravel trail coated with acorns over dry white-pine needles.  Ball bearings.  Wouldn't want to try that on a road bike, with narrow tires . . .

20-25 miles, 2:30 +/-