It’s raining.

Across the street, two men in bright yellow slickers are assembling a huge trampoline. Standing on the porch above them is a small red-headed boy in what looks like a superman t-shirt, shouting out his excitement.

In the spirit of “try something new”, M and I went for a bike ride on the Wallkill Valley Rail Trail yesterday. Yet again, I had fun. It would seem that my instincts for routine and the familiar have been serving me ill.

The weather was perfect, not too hot, and when pedaling along the breeze felt mighty fine.

The trail crosses an old steel bridge where there are now benches, and we took a break and sat and enjoyed the view and the passing characters.

By the time we got back to the car we’d covered just shy of 10 miles — I had a sore behind but lunch tasted fantastic!