The weather was lovely, so we out our bikes for the first time this year, went to Coopers Rock and biked to the overlook.

It was gorgeous, and probably one of the few times I’ve been to Coopers Rock that we had the overlook to ourselves for any length of time.

It was so strange to look down and be able to actually see the ground.

For those who have never been to Coopers Rock, that isn’t a boardwark, it’s a bridge, and those are not shrubs, but the tops of trees,

The lowest path is the railroad. The other paths we’re thinking are old trails (Michael suggested logging trails, but I think perhaps those would have been overgrown by now).

The melted snow was coming off the roof in silvery streams.

I love trees in full leaf, but I find the shapes of trees without their leaves to be utterly fascinating. Mind you, I’m the last person who should be walking up staring at the skies instead of where she is walking, but sometimes I can’t help myself.