This is where I run! What used to be a railroad line is now a glorious bike-path, leading through farms, foresty patches, shooting ranges, abandoned highways, and as Grandpa would say, "oh the foilage!" As it was a railroad line in its hey-day, the path is utterly flat and straight, and features two nicely-dug trenches on either side, which form little rivers when the weather so desires.




Willow Poem
"It is a willow when summer is over, a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson. The leaves cling and grow paler, swing and grow paler over the swirling waters of the river as if loth to let go, they are so cool, so drunk with the swirl of the wind and of the river -- oblivious to winter, the last to let go and fall into the water and on the ground." - William Carlos Williams