We went out on the Nashua River rails to trails. To make the ride easier, we drove to the trail rather than peddling the 10 miles there like we have done before. It was a bit colder outside than either Tyson or I had expected. In the sun it was pleasant, but the sun soon disappeared and a breeze kicked up. Once I pulled my hood up under my helmet, I was OK. Tyson steadily got colder all ride, especially since my pace was not full steam for him. The one toad waddling across the path looked a bit cold too. It lethargically picked up one limb at a time. On the way back, I heard a hollow ping sound and Tyson exclaimed “Woah!” behind me. His peddle had fallen off the bicycle. Luckily it was a matter of a few screws to put it back on and we had the needed tools. All told, we did 12 miles. The scenery was a mix of pleasant woods and small town industrial New England.
Except for the cold, the ride worked well. I was able to get some aerobic and some endurance exercise. If it works out, I would like to try another rail trail next weekend.