18 April 2020
Judging from the number of hits on my last blog post, y'all must be bored. I'll do my best to entertain you.
We'll go back to a week ago, a windy Saturday that I spent mostly indoors on a statewide Zoom meeting for the volunteer tree-hugging group I've been with for something slightly less than half my life.
The morning session ended early enough that I was able to squeeze a weightlifting session in. The day that all the gyms closed I ordered a set of kettle bells. Most of them arrived. I already had enough other random weights, bands, and other torture implements to cobble together a few routines. This one I did out on my back porch, which is screened in, and where Gonzo is set up on the fluid trainer for rainy days. There's something very peaceful about lying on one's back on a lawn chair cushion laid out on a cement floor, doing chest presses while starting up at the budding trees.
When the afternoon session ended, early too — we're much more efficient online — I suited up and headed out. The worst of the day's wind had dissipated, but there was still enough to make a relatively flat ride seem like work.
I'm a morning cyclist. I'm not used to this late-afternoon thing. Having more meals in me certainly helps. Having to pee less than ten miles in doesn't. Finding a good tree in early spring presents a challenge. I made do with the woods along Research Road at ETS. While I was off the bike I took a few pictures. There's a trail down there by the Stony Brook. There were two people on it. Unlike the state of NJ and Mercer County, Lawrence Township hasn't closed its parks, and I guess ETS hasn't either.
I approached Bayberry from the Carter Road side. There were cows. I had to stop for the cows.
There were sheep in the pasture too. This herd belongs to Brick Farm, I've been told.
That's Kermit resting in the grass.
On the other side of Bayberry I had to navigate around pairs and families out for a walk. With no traffic, people are expanding the six-foot rule to the width of the entire road. I pulled my makeshift facemask — a stretchy headband — over my face and did my best to keep my distance. These days, Bayberry is more difficult to navigate than Nassau Street in Princeton.
From there I went north, turned onto Titus Mill, and stayed there all the way to Route 31. I'ts a safe crossing, and there's a good shoulder all the way to Woosamonsa.
Even though I hadn't gone far, I was hungry, so I stopped for a snack where Woosamonsa meets Burd.
Only when I got to the other end of Woosamonsa did I catch a break from the wind. I let it push me back towards Pennington, where I took a less-than-direct path home, through the edges Pole Farm and Rosedale Park, in time to shower before dinner.
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