It would hard to come up with a nicer day to ride a bike than today. So off I went aboard the Cross Check for Chevy Chase. Not the comedian but the neighborhood on the top side of DC.
Just before leaving I put a message on social media about my plans and Ricky responded. He said he’d meet me at the trestle.
Riding the Mount Vernon Trail on a nice weekend day is an exercise in patience. When I wasn’t dawdling behind some tourists I was going uncharacteristically fast, thanks to a day completely off the bike. My lower back/hip issue was still in evidence but it clearly wasn’t slowing me down.
I stopped just north of Old Town Alexandria when I saw a big snowy egret right next to the trail. I hope you like the picture because I nearly was run over by a half dozen cyclists while I took it.
I rode along the river on the Virginia side until the 14th Street bridge then switched to the DC side. I slalomed through the crowds all the way to Water Street in Georgetown. Water runs upstream to the Capital Crescent Trail and so I flowed. I wore my bell out passing trail users of all types of humanity.
The Capital Crescent connects to the Georgetown Branch Trail in downtown Bethesda. The GBT is scheduled to be shut down on Tuesday for 4 – 5 years as a light rail line is constructed along the right of way.
I rolled onto the trestle and Ricky was there talking with some other cyclists. I posed for pictures among the tree tops and high above the creek.
Then we rode off to Ryan’s house to take care of his cat. And drink some of his beer.
Ryan has a pretty terrific man cave. Basically it’s a bike mechanic shop. I want one.
After the beer, we rolled back to the GBT and went our separate ways. I headed down into Rock Creek Park and headed for home. Road work has a section of Beach Drive, the main drag through the park, closed. Ryan told me to take a right at the detour and a left onto Ross Dr. I missed the turn onto Ross and ended up climbing a big hill on Military Road. I knew I had screwed up but there was no easy way to fix what I done broke so I kept spinning. It was a long way up but the road back down was a breeze, literally and figuratively.
The rest of the ride was the usual cruise along the river. With puffy white clouds above. And a steady breeze from the south.
As I rode south of the airport I noticed some trees beginning to change to red and yellow.
I may not have the trestle to ride to but fall days offer plenty of terrific riding in the weeks ahead.