Perfect day for a ride. On the Glacial Drumlin Trail. This time from Sullivan to Jefferson, just over 10 miles. Sue was kind enough to drop me off at the start point and pick me up at the end point. And while I was riding, she and Pax walked, hung out in a park, and read books.

Mostly a tunnel of trees, an arching canopy, sometimes low enough to give a thwack on the helmet or require a quick duck of the head. Old RR right of way, sometimes elevated, sometimes sunken like the Natchez trace. All gravel or compacted dirt. A feeling of wild, although never very far from a highway. Just over 10 miles, with an average speed of 14 mph, and a fun factor of 9.8. A covid adventure par excellence.