Sunday, April 26, 2015

BIKES IN BEAUFORT


Over the weekend, Wes and I decided to take a ride out at Skidaway State Park.  We had never been before and heard good things from people in town.  We threw the bikes in the car and headed over to check it out.  After speaking with one of the worlds nicest park rangers, we parked the car and headed over to the Old Ferry Trail.  If you know Wes and I, you know that we don't ride mountain bikes.  We ride fixed gear road bikes.  The trail we decided to check out was actually a bit of a pine straw trail with roots sticking out of the ground.  Figuring out how to maneuver without going down hard was a complete blast.  By the end of the ride, the only thing that was really sore was my face from having a smile plastered on it the entire time.  Serious throwback to being a kid and having the best time taking your bike off road.  I need a mountain bike ASAP.  I highly suggest to anyone struggling with the harsh realities of adulthood to go ride a bike in the woods.  It will brighten your day.
All in all, Skidaway was really gorgeous if a bit small.  We hadn't fulfilled our want to ride for the day so rather than ride around Savannah we decided to continue the park theme and head up to Beaufort and go ride on Hunting Island. 
We made the hour drive and had a lot of fun biking through Forrest Gump's Vietnam.  I haven't been out to Hunting in close to a decade so it was nice to go back on a very calm day.  



Being that we were in Beaufort and knew that there was no food back in our fridge in Savannah, we invited ourselves over to Mom and Larry's house for dinner.  Dinner and a movie quickly translated into 'Louisa is too lazy and tired to drive home - let's spend the night!'
On Sunday morning we woke up to another gorgeous day of warm weather.  We decided to take the new Spanish Moss Rail Trail downtown for lunch and then plan out a ride from there.  We had a standard lunch down at Luther's, took the obligatory bike photos by the water, and decided to ride the loop over both the Wood's Memorial Bridge and the Mcteer Bridge back to the house.




Once we got back to the house, we all hung out outside by the new pool.  By "hung out" I mean that Wes and I lounged our sore bodies by the pool, Mom screamed at Ellie and Pita for making attempts to roll in something gross in the yard, Larry taped off a door to be painted, and two hawks feasted on some sad roadkill up in the trees while looking down at the silly humans struggling to function.  I don't have a picture of the screaming mother, taping step father, rolling dogs, or even the hawks, but I think I painted a pretty good picture.  We had a great time hanging out with the family for an impromptu visit and making the most of the warm weekend.  
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2 comments

  1. The photographs are just beautiful. However, I think they lack the entertainment value the family shenanigans would have provided!!!

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