At the park, there was such an interesting mix of people. There were families doing the car/short hike thing. There were the motorcycle riders with the black leather chaps and jackets and loud, loud engines. There were the bicyclists who had the colorful spandex and expensive bikes. There were the Appalachian Trail thru-hikers who hadn’t showered in weeks.
We ate a lunch of burgers and soda, then tried to make it to Jeremy’s trail:
We didn’t make it very far:
The trail was a little bit too rugged for Edda’s jogging stroller – downhill wasn’t too bad:
Uphill was harder:
