At what point does a trail becoming boring? When are the same trees, the same landmarks, the same crossings and the same stretch of concrete tuned out?
There's a segment of trail I've ridden countless times as it's close to home and of preferred length. Remarkably, it is still interesting. Something notable to the senses is always provided. On this ride it was a hand print preserved in concrete, a bald eagle eyeing me from her perch, and streaks of warm sunlight pushing clouds aside.
Mother nature has been mindful of my travels and continues to keep me tuned in. With countless more rides to come I know she will be sending me home having discovered something new. Boredom isn't an option and for that I am thankful.