Warm Sunday in November . . . what can I do but cycle on trails out of town . . . "I just wanna ride my bi-cycle . . ."
Me and my shadow upriver.
Looking downriver towards Currie's Mountain. Covered in Great Eastern White Pines, I'd like to see it forever preserved from developer encroacment. Make a walking trail contemplation park out of it. Have heard stories, not surprisingly, that it's considered sacred by some of the local Maliseet people. I watched eagles or something circle over it today as I approached. Love it.
Temp: 8 C
Sound: U2 Boy