Don't tell me where to bike, man

This fall I participated in a bike ride for charity up in Highland and Forest Park, which are wealthy suburbs North of Chicago. I borrowed my boss' hybrid (this was a work outing, and I currently don't own a bike) to ride the 20-mile course. I think the course markings were designed for 'fast-rider' types, and were a little too far apart for the Sunday morning bumbler (i.e. me). As a result, about 10 miles into the race, I decided I was 'lost' and took off into this little nature preserve. My route was super pretty, it ended up being longer than 20 miles (I think, but who knows), I somehow found my way back to the finish line, AND I got a medal (which maybe I didn't technically deserve? But it was for participation, and I did participate, albeit in my own way). Anyway, long story short, here are some photos from my off-trail bike "race" experience.

It's rare that I get to see the early morning sun on a Sunday. It was real pretty.

  I so do not regret leaving the trail.