Riding Bikes in Augusta, Georgia

Eric is ready to ride

Augusta's bike

trails.

Our first stop on the
Augusta Riverwalk
is the marina.

Seating areas along

the Savannah River.

Analemmatic Sundial

Stand on the footprints
& your shadow will show
you the time.

The Jessye Norman

Amphitheater has

seating for 800.

This arbor serves as
the entrance to the
amphitheater.

The Riverwalk pavement

comes to an end.

Riverside homes in 

North Augusta.

The one in the middle

is using solar power.

The trail has come to an end.  Eric and I will be riding on the sidewalks because there is no bike lane in this section of Augusta.

The Sacred Heart Cultural

Center is housed in the

former Sacred Heart

 Catholic Church.

Eric rides beneath a cyclist

at Andy Jordan's Bicycle

Warehouse.

He stops to point out

the Penny-Farthing

Bicycle.

My first thought is the opening of the 1960s TV series, The Prisoner.  

We've arrived at the
Augusta Canal Trail.

As if on cue, a canal boat

with passengers rows by.

Eric's going under
a highway.

The Archie Butt Memorial

Bridge honors the Augusta

native who died when the

Titanic sank.

This section of the bike

path is unpaved.

We are going to head back to the Augusta Museum of History and our car.

Personalized Services:

Bernice's Hair Gallery

Readings by Angel

Mark's Used Cars

Lake Olmstead...

We've taken a wrong
turn.






Let's retrace our steps...

Frog Hollow General Store

reminds Eric of Emmett

Otter's Jug-Band Christmas.

He also likes
Wrecker Stuff.

We continue riding on the

 sidewalks of downtown

 Augusta because there's no

 bike lane here.

Eric & I carefully watch for

pedestrians.

Augusta's Confederate

Monument

Eric is busy putting bikes on

the bike rack while I drink a

 bottle of water & get pics.

He shows off his new

wallpaper for his

weather app...

73 degrees & sunny!

I added some new bike riding skills today...  Hopping curbs, picking my track on broken pavement, riding into traffic when cars are parked on sidewalks and threading the needle of closely spaced telephone poles. 

Bike riding on the side streets of Colonie didn't prepare me for hopping curbs and navigating broken sidewalks, because there are no sidewalks in my old neighborhood.  Telephone poles are planted off the roadway, on people's lawns.  

Today's bike ride reminded Eric of his youth in Schenectady.  He didn't think twice about navigating any of the obstacles we came across.