We try to keep things groovy here in our lovely little 'burg.  We have a great single-screen, lovingly restored, art deco movie house and the local filmmakers who have used said movie house (pre-restoration) as a set in their film.  We have top-notch jazz.  We have a highly competitive liberal arts university which brings us all manner of academics, either as professors or guest speakers.  This often makes for surprisingly interesting conversations when you're out on the town.  And we have the Buffalo Valley Rail Trail.Thanks to a joint effort between the Lewisburg Area Recreation Authority (LARA), Union County, Pennsylvania Department of Conservation and Natural Resources and the Federal Highway Department, a long-unused railway line was acquired, the rails were repurposed and the ground was paved and/or laid out with packed gravel.  The rail trail parallels Route 45, which is our major east-west corridor, and is a 9.2 mile, mostly flat-ish path through farmland and rolling hills.It's purty.And, the business I've started doing a part time writing gig at is just off the trail.That's right.  I've become the granola girl who bicycle-commutes to work.I'm sure that soon I'll start talking more about riding, and about how I've been giving an exorbitant amount of thought lately to the change I've experienced in my relationship to fitness (has it EVER, and sometimes I feel like I hardly know myself any more), but in this particular blog today?I just want to talk about how the rail trail is super-purty.Here's some shots from my commute.  Here's what I got to look at yesterday, going to and from my job.

And yes, biking through all that bucolic splendor has aggravated fall allergies I never even knew I had.  But.  This is why Claritin was given unto the world.  I ride again tomorrow, and I'm totally psyched!I dig my life.