The park was lovely. They have a greenway that criss-crosses through woods and over a lake, following the path of an old rail-road. The bridge was rusty iron and worn boards that made a wonderful loud rumbling noise.
The park also has a borrow-a-bike program. They are basic single-speed, reverse-pedal-braking, and not really suited to the hills that rise along the greenway path, but I managed. I think I did about seven miles, standing up in the seat and huffing and puffing on the hills until I realized that I should just admit when I am beat and get off and push.
In addition to the lake, there were small ponds, like this one covered in lilly pads.
I almost fell in getting this picture, which would have been entirely unpleasant. Ponds are pretty to look at, but not something I would want to be submerged in.
I liked the deep, tunnelly woods. Although there were many other people enjoying the greenway, there were also lots of times when I had it all to myself. A nice green-gold solitude.
After my legs had been reduced to mush, I retrieved my quilt, lunch and books from the car and spread out in the dappled light under a huge tree. It was amazing. Love it, love it.