Autumn Riding
The past three weeks have afforded me some fabulous time in the saddle. As I often mention, I love riding in the fall. The temperatures are cool, the smells are pungent, and the landscape’s pallet leaves me awestruck. On these most recent rides I have grabbed my camera and headed to the country side, normally leaving late afternoon or early evening.
With no particular destination in mind, I soon find myself meandering narrow county roads in search of the perfect picture. Perhaps an old structure, a hidden pond, an oddly placed tree, or anything which peaks my interest. I simply become lost in my search. Often several hours pass until autumn’s chill taps me on the shoulder and reminds me it’s time to head home. Where a delicious home cooked meal, and a strong cup of coffee are often waiting.
