Another solo quarantine adventure at the very end of March. I needed a nice drive, and the trip down 539 to New Gretna is one of the best I know. The air was just warm enough to hint at the sweet pine scents promised by summer. I had never hiked these particular trails before, and they were full of mossy, boggy surprises. I was very excited to find some overwintered cranberries along the way—they were deliciously sweet, and I didn’t die!
My trusty bike, Sage, was my noble steed for the majority of this trip, marking one of our first official trail riding outings—that’s kinda special.