This Thanksgiving I stuck around New England instead of going home to Wisconsin. Since I was all sad and orphaned-like, my friend Ben invited me to his family's dinner at their lake house in New York state. In the morning we went mountain biking, realizing after we were in the woods that the trails were on multi-use land, complete with deer hunters. Some hunters, taking pity on a poor city slicker, gave Ben their orange vest and we beat a hasty retreat from the woods.
We were at Ninham and I plan to go back, maybe some other time when I don't so strongly fear being shot. There are some cool little features, decent little hills, some nice big rocks on interesting descents, and it all looks well cared for. The leaves were even blown off of the trails.
Since we were fleeing, I didn't take the time to try this, but it looks like fun. Next time.
A gnarly jump. (Not next time. Not... ever.)
We got back, cleaned up and did the whole turkey dinner thing. It was a beautiful dinner. I don't have any photos of the spread, but I did snap some when we were hanging out by the lake after, recovering from it.
I was glad to be invited to tag along on Ben's family's Thanksgiving. It would have been a long four day weekend otherwise.