freedom

To me, apparently, freedom means a bike ride.  Today I rode an out-and-back at Groton State Park.  The guide book was reliable for the first half of the trail, less helpful on the second half.  I ended up walking part of the route, because of washouts and sandy spots; all in all, about five hours to do 30 miles.  And on the way back I stopped to dip my toes in Ricker Pond, just a few yards from the parking area.

There weren't any fancy markers, like on last year's Independence Day ride, but there was this cool slab:

Here's one of the spots where I couldn't quite ride my bike down the railway.

And here's the celebratory shandy I drank at the end of the ride: