The Trace

I am a perennial optimist. I like to see the silver lining to every cloud (including the rain cloud that drenched Tim and I on our way to Charlottesville). As a result, the disappointing fact of having to move back with my parents earlier than expected turned out to be a wonderful opportunity for me as a cyclist. Just a stone's throw away from their house is the tail end of the Natchez Trace Parkway, a 444 mile designated bike route that stretches from the Mississippi in Arkansas and ends in central Tennessee. Near Nashville, its a rather challenging series of rolling hills and beautiful scenes. Here are some pics:












This little dude was hanging out with me at the end of the ride. Gotta love a litle bit of nature just a mile or so from suburbia.
Speaking of which...

Joe, Forrest, and I decided to do some moonlit riding on the Trace as per advice of one of the Halcyon mechanics. It was a gorgeous full moon night, and Joe and I had ridden our bikes in from Vandy area to Bellevue earlier in the evening. We just rode to the bridge and back, about an hour. No pics are available, for obvious reasons. We decided to have some dinner and meet up with Forrest at the suburban clusterfuck that popped up close to my parents' house in the past few years (ours was the third house built on our street and deer would frequent our backyard almost daily). We ate at Corner Pub in the Woods. Check out their "import" section. :) I wonder how much the import tariff for Yazoo was :) I can't wait for Oregon...