Obligatory bike-leaning-against-tree picture. Of course the bike had to lean against the tree, hell that tree could've fallen down if left to its own devices!
The Golden Road (or something like that).
Gnarly old roots in the bottom of a little branch of Tuxachanie Creek. Frankly, it was a lot darker, deeper, and mysterious looking in person. So pedal yourself out there and see it with your own eyes.
Along the power line cut. Kind of stark, with the sharp edge of the woods, browned-off grass, big fall clouds, and the power lines themselves.
And that was about it. No shocking sights, no bone-crunching falls, no unique bicycling moments. Just a good day in the woods, after far too many days out of the woods.