Maybe We Overdid It...

We got up at 6:30 and had coffee and what not and headed down to the Ohio & Erie Canal Tow Path. We set south from Lock 35 headed for Penninsula, OH, about six miles away. There were places at the two mile and four mile mark where, if we felt as if we'd had enough, we could turn around. The Tow Path park is beautiful. The path itself is hard pack gravel, and it runs next to what used to be the canal. The canal was fed by the Cuyahoga river, which is west of the tow path and we saw a heron and lots of birds and chipmunks. Bob saw a snapping turtle with a shell the size of a garbage can lid in one of the few sections of canal that still has water in it. (A pond rather than a waterway, with fallen logs and duckweed.)

When we got to Boston, four miles down, we were still feeling game, so we pushed on. The last couple of miles seemed rather long, and then longer, and longer...and when we finally got to a road and a town, we found we'd overshot Penninsula and breakfast by four miles. (We'd thought the trail ran through the town rather than skirting the edge of it, from which the town was screened by trees.)

So we road ten miles out and ten miles back. I'm pretty much slaughtered, but goddamn, a twenty mile bike ride! I feel tough! Hey, I'm certainly not dead, not if I can ride twenty miles!

Tomorrow I'll feel crippled, I suspect.