My husband and I like to go out for weekend (or weekday if we can swing it) bike rides into the hills around where we live. When we started, these were the biking equivalent of a stroll, slow pedals with stops for food and drink. He has since become an enthusiast while I struggle to keep up, sometime stopping to take pictures, and catch my breath.
On this ride we were treated to some of the changing colors of the season
By the time we got home, we had racked up a great 26 miles in the crisp fall air.
A fun, and sometimes challenging, afternoon.