In mid-July I went for a ride down to Connecticut, riding on the Farmington Canal Heritage trail. I’d done the ride twice before, and mostly saw the same sights I photographed the first time. Hence, I didn’t take many pictures this time. Like the last time I did it, I rode all the way from our house in Holyoke to Westfield, where the trail begins, and then followed it all the way to Farmington.
I ate lunch there (at this place again), and then headed back. Overall the ride had been pretty uneventful, but when I was passing back north through the town of Simsbury, a cyclist ahead of me came to a stop, and then I noticed something on the trail quite a ways ahead. At first I thought it was a large dog, but then realized it was something else:
It was a black bear. As you can see, it was holding up bike traffic in both directions. I moved forward slowly, and the bear started to move away (that far cyclist backed off to give it room). After a bit of this, the bear turned off and headed into the woods, and I was able to continue toward home.
When I had just gotten back into the Holyoke city limit, I was climbing a hill, and found a snake lying on the side of the road. It did not move at all as I took pictures of it, so I suspect it was dead, though there was no obvious trauma to it (and it was far enough to the side of the road that I’m not sure a car would have run over it).
I got home without incident, completing what was then my longest riding day of the year (88 miles, just a bit longer than the day I rode up to NH).