Post-Sandy, the earth is particularly soggy, and temperatures are dropping. Basil and I took a short ride to check out a new bridge that a local city has put up so that people can get between several small parks without crossing a busy street.
The street crosses a creek on the stone bridge in the background; the rusty bars belong to the new bridge. It’s “finished” in rust, which I guess will prove labor-saving over time. Does it matter if the iron-y run-off flows into the creek?
Basil and bridge:
I rarely see pedestrians here, and almost never see other cyclists, but on this day a dad and his very young son came down the path and over the bridge together — the little guy on training wheels. This may be a case of “if you build it, they will come”.
I’ll need to work on my layering now that the weather’s changing. Today (46 degrees) my torso and legs were fine, but my arms were cold.