Plus, I'm getting to know the backroads and shortcuts like never before, I'm sure to the endless annoyance of my family, who are never treated to the simplicity of traveling between two points in a line when I drive them around anymore -- "but wait, there's a better way!" Still, I get lost, and today when I got detoured off my planned route in Clifton Park (of all places), I got seriously lost and added about 10 unnecessary, but highly pleasurable, kilometers to my ride, and it wasn't even a concern. (Still, I've gotta rethink this not carrying a map thing.)
The girls have started their summer with industrious berry-picking -- last summer was lackluster in the raspberry department, as well, but this summer has brought a huge bounty, and next year's canes are just insane. We thought nothing grew on the north side because it was the north side; turns out it was just the giant maple trees, casting a pall over the land. Kill the maples, save the raspberries. Also, our cherry tree, long thought to be purely decorative, is producing quarts of perfect little sour cherries, and now I'm regretting not having planted a second cherry tree 10 years ago, but who knew it would ever really produce fruit?
A summer with berries, bicycling and homemade iced tea cannot be a bad summer, I sez.