|Hubbard Road on a pristine spring day|
|Juggler Meadow Road's eponymous view|
|Yes, Virginia, there really is such a road name|
|Valley roads sport an abundance of quirky monikers and appellations|
|When I see a turn-off by the road, I look past it for a trailhead; all sorts of little treats lie beyond|
|Even managed a stream crossing with a little log involved, at speed|
|Later, another hidden trail led to this treasure...|
|...and a bunch of flowy singletrack, affording fine views of local industrial history|
|Happy legs at favorite café after the ride|
|Even happier tummy|
|The steed awaits patiently, tied up outside the saloon|
|Don't you wish you lived in the Pioneer Valley?|
|Icing on the cake: when I arrived home, the neighbors were dog-sitting, with local kids chasing him all over their yard|
I can't recommend highly enough just getting on a bike and going where your nose leads. No goal or GPS unit needed. A good friend (and pretty serious racer) does it all the time; he likes to call it "playing bikes."
Whatever you call it, don't lose out on that wonderment that you had as a child, when you could first take yourself somewhere far away, just to see what was there, and to feel the sun on your skin and the burn in your lungs.