When the dawn begins to crack.
It's all part of my autumn almanac.
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,
So I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
— Ray Davies
AAA showed up about five minutes after I posted, and I was out and about in no time. Went to Sears looking to burn a gift card I got last Christmas, but couldn't find anything I really needed to have. At least, nothing that I could buy with the gift card.
Sears is near the Cranston bike path, so I took the opportunity to take a ride. Not my favorite path, but it was a nice day. A cold front had moved through overnight, but it wasn't as chilly as predicted. Good chunks of the path are tree lined, and since we're hitting peak foliage time around these parts, it was very pretty. The only negative was when some of the local fauna started yelling insults at me from out of a car window near Lowes. I have no idea what prompted it.
I also drove over and did the Coventry portion of the path (RI DOT still hasn't connected the two properly), and even a little bit of the trestle trail. Twenty-four miles on the day, breaking 1500 for the year.
Since it was such a lovely afternoon when I finished riding, and since I was already out in the boonies, I decided to drive through the woods and look at the leaves. I started by heading up to Rice City, just to see what was there. I never heard the name until I drove through there a couple of weeks ago, and it was dark then, so I did see much. Turns out there is neither rice nor a city. Just some houses and farms. There's not even so much as a filling station.
I drove a bit further west to the CT border looking for Riconn airport, a small, private field right on the border, but it's not visible from the road. Then I headed south along the border, through Greene and Hopkins Hollow. It was a very nice ride. The roads are in very good shape, and since they don't go anywhere, I was usually the only vehicle in sight. The leaves were colorful. I only wish I'd brought my camera. Maybe another ride is in order. (Side note — gas prices dropped fifty-five cents a gallon this week. That's kind of stunning, even if it's still pretty damn expensive.)