Here in New York City, it’s still early. During my last couple of rides, the season has played peek-a-boo with me.
These little bursts of color popped into view around a bend in the Bronx Park path
and across from the north shore of Randall’s Island
Saturday was the last day of Daylight Savings Time. It would be the last time until Spring I could start not much before noon, take a longish ride and get home before dark. So I rode to--where else?--Connecticut.
Connecticut is just a north of my apartment. It's actually not very far "as the crow flies," but the geography and topography make it impossible to go like a crow. Why would I want to be a crow anyway? I wouldn't be able to ride my bike and, well, their diet isn't very appealing.
But I digress. Connecticut is just far enough north that the Fall foliage is a few days ahead of ours in Astoria. I figured, correctly, that it would be at or near peak.
In downtown Greenwich, I saw quite a few people out and about. The day was chilly, but it was illuminated by that perfect autumnal light.
Given how awful I felt on Thursday, I could hardly believe how wonderful I, and everything around me, felt. I pedaled into a fairly stiff wind most of the way up. The flip-side of that, of course, is that the wind blew me into the sunset.
From the Randalls Island Connector it's about another six kilometers to my apartment--just enough for me to enjoy the last flickerings of twilight. And that night I'd have an extra hour of sleep after a 140 km ride.
