Perhaps there’s another phrase associated with a 30mi. death march into the cobbled wilds of suburban Jersey, but Nowhere Rodeo is what I came up with.  A day that was to be a monumental trek to Cold Springs from Manhattan by way of the full length of Harrington Park ended…

Out tearing up Bradley Tweed during foliage days.  Stopping to enjoy the vista before it turns to high rises again.

[vc_row type=”in_container” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ width=”1/1″][vc_column_text][/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]Wherever the heart takes you , surely the legs must follow.  Took this great autumnal shot heading up the Bradley / Tweed climb.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]