Six of us ladies took off into the woods on our bikes. Pony tails whipped in the wind, and we shouted with glee as our bikes zipped around the first bermed turn in the trail.
The trees were dark green, in the fading afternoon light. A few spots of yellow, and even some red maple were beginning to pop.
We climbed and climbed. Me, in my preferred spot in the back of the pack, the caboose. The trail wound up and up, over roots and rocks, bridges, and logs. Switchback after switchback. All the way up to the lookout, a spot we’ve ridden to many times this summer.
At the lookout, we all hop off our bikes and sit on the a huge boulder facing a spectacular view of Mt. Mansfield. The sun is just beginning to set behind us, casting shadows on the mountain. The leaves near the peak are not quite red, but not quite green either. Fall is on its way.
Every Tuesday my Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I host the Slice of Life Story Challenge. Teachers from all around the world participate in sharing a story each week.