Hurricane Sandy has moved on to points North and West.  I spent the morning with the chainsaw, first cutting up the tree limbs from in front and then helping a neighbor behind cut up the massive tree that fell across his lawn.

Post Sandy: Tuesday Ride.

I never did try to go bicycling this morning — too much stuff.  I got another great invite from my uncle Charlie, though, and we finally hit the trail together at about 4:30.  We took the aqueduct to Tarrytown although we had to portage the bikes across trees every few hundred feet.  It was nice and relaxing — we chatted the whole time.  A few years ago, we rode every Saturday morning, but life got complicated.  We took a picture at the very end of this lower bit, where the dirt path ends at Broadway in Tarrytown.

We can’t find the trail in the dark!

Naturally, we were so full of ourselves that we headed back and then cut up into the Irvington woods.  As such adventures go, getting in proved relatively easy but getting out was awfully tough.  We’d pushed it a bit late, so the light was failing.  Even worse, all the newly marked trails were covered in debris from the hurricane and we found ourselves carrying the bikes over huge logs, even as we joked that we should be bunny-hopping them all!  We ended up crashing a few times before we finally found a road.  I had lights in my bag, which we put on Charlie’s bike since I was still picking out details pretty well.  It still took us a few detours and some sharp words from a cop before we made it back.

Everything is going to hurt tomorrow.  My arms and shoulder are already complaining about the chainsaw and all the wood we carried.  My legs are suffering from all the times they had to grind or accelerate to get me over stuff I barely saw in the dark.  Luckily… tomorrow is another day.