Most people say East Tennessee is the worst place to road bike: no shoulders and hills EVERYWHERE. I beg to differ. I am blessed to live just a few miles from Dry Creek Road that cuts through and over Buffalo Mountain. My favorite part is hearing the river water, the most soothing of all sounds.
This picture is from a few weeks go on my ride. It is the same road that I chased a black bear on my bike a few years ago… a story for another day.
This spring has been the most beautiful I can remember since moving here 9 years ago. The red buds came out late, but they came out STRONG. This year is the first time I noticed the beauty of the red buds transitioning from their blossoming state to leafy state. I took this picture on a bike ride.
