Mostly recovered from making the second longest transition from one residence to another in the entire recorded history of moving house, I'm ready to jump back in the blogging saddle again. (Only the Israelites took longer to get to where they were going). Now I live in Marietta which isn't that far from Acworth, but is a totally different world as far as traffic is concerned. I live right off of Windy Hill Road which is super busy with cars racing towards 75 or "old 41." When I first arrived at my building I didn't notice any cyclists, but I did see pedestrians so I walked around the area a bit. The sidewalks are pretty extensive--they go all the way to the Chattahoochee River National Recreation Area except for the last few hundred yards. Betty's slender tires do not handle gravel well so those are some rough final yards and I don't bother to ride her in the park because its paths are also strewn with gravel. I just lock her up at the entrance, walk a little bit, and look at the cranes.
|[The picture from] the one time I rode Betty down by the river.|
|The gravel-ly path.|