A week ago Saturday, Yang and I had the pleasure of biking on the rail trail from Pittsfield to Adams, MA. We couldn’t have asked for a better day with the sunshine, pellucid blue October skies, and mild weather. Fortunately for us, the foliage was just moving into peak, giving us some lovely sights. Here I go!
The following photos start at the end of the trail in Adams because we wanted to make sure we could get that far, so we didn’t stop for photos on the way down. To our surprise, the trail had been extended by about two miles along the new rail tracks and the Hoosic River. After 12.5 miles, we had to take a little break. The sun softly and warmly lit the surrounding hills, but I don’t think my camera could quite capture the magic. Still, I think the image is pretty neat. Also pretty neat is Yang taking a break and noshing on a Honey Crisp apple. We’ve got way too many, since I accidentally bought a bag of them instead of Macs for apple pie.
Coming back through Adams, we saw a gorgeous Great Blue Heron skim by along the Hoosic, but we couldn’t catch up to him to get a shot. Nevertheless, as we came back through town, I managed to get this picture of the twin spires of a Catholic church rising between the town buildings and the warm seasonal colors of the surrounding hills. What must it feel like to live nestled in the arms of autumn glory?
Going into Adams, along the trail, you rush down a steep slope, accompanied by the galloping river. It’s a kick to ride down. Going back up it is a kick in the pants! What an incline! I still managed to charge up to the top without stopping. This old gal can still make it without having to walk her bike. Yippee for me! Once you get to the top, there’s a bridge over the pooling river where you can rest – and fish! We met a young dad taking his son fishing. They were after trout, but further toward Pittsfield I had talked to a young guy who’d caught a pickerel. Didn’t think to get a picture, though. Anyway, here’s the other side of the bridge with the handsome Yang looking profound and happy.
On the ride back, we luxuriated in watching the surrounding hills changing into their fall vestments! Lovely, right?
There were other trees that created a wondrous concert of colors: blending with one another or even displaying a deliciously complimentary palette all in one tree. Delighting in these gorgeous crimsons, oranges that flamed or shone a gentle peach, yellows pale or startling, I thought of the fourth novel I planned in my Jessica Minton series. It will be set in a Maine in a vibrant autumn show of color. The beauty of this season, the liminal sense of freedom and haunting adventure draws me to create a tale of delicious mystery and spirit.
We rode toward the end of our journey, with visions of crepes and tea dancing in our heads – 25 miles works up an appetite! But the beauty of New England fall never deserted us. So, enjoy the ride along with us.