I usually have a plan of where to ride before I get on the bike. It’s kind of fun, though, to just create a ride as you go. When you don’t have a specific destination in mind, you’ve already arrived!
Yesterday I wandered in a westward direction, over the Union Street Bridge, pausing long enough to snap a picture. Then it was off to the hills in West Salem, which happens to be where I grew up. It was kind of like coming back to your junior high and wondering why it seemed so humungous at the time. Things take on a different scale and proportion as you get older, I guess. Those big, long hills from my youth are actually quite small. Hmmm. I tried a section of Doaks Ferry that I'd never thought of riding as a kid. Yep. Done.
The biggest hills in West Salem are now in my sights. When I need a destination to ride, I'll know exactly where to go this summer.