Saturday Morning on the Trace

I had the fortune this weekend of going cycling with my dad. My father, who is 61, is in much better shape than I am and rides more miles in one week than I do in an entire summer. I like to think that I held my own and kept up, but I suspect that, for my sake, dad was riding somewhat slower than his normal pace.

We rode down to the Natchez Trace Parkway and struggled up the first major climb before turning around. Nothing is quite as pleasant as riding the Trace in the fall, especially when the wild turkeys are out. Saturday's ride was definitely a nice departure from my normal exercise routine: 45 minutes on a stationary elliptical machine.