A Walk Down Metlars Lane

Paul and I have just one car. We left our other one behind in Utah. We both work, and have fairly busy lives. Somehow, it's always worked out that we have been able to get where we need to with no problem. (Usually because Paul will take the hit and ride his bike or take the Rutgers bus when I'm desperate for the car). 

The other day when I was finishing up work, I realized that Paul had to leave for cyclocross practice and wouldn't have time to pick me up before he had to leave. Lucky for me, it was a beautiful day, and I really wanted to spend some time outside - so I texted him not to worry about it, and I  decided I'd just walk home.

People really need to do this more often, and not give me strange looks from their car. 

Walking home was so nice because there were so many great things to see that I usually just zoom past.

There are real nice scenic places that don't even look like over-populated, crowded and busy New Jersey.

Piscataway's own "Pit Park"

Seriously! It really is a pit that they are turning into a park, and if you don't know what I'm talking about you probably don't know who Ron Swanson is either, and that's a shame.

(Sorry for the blurry picture, I had to hurry and cross the street).

There are some deer in the little island of the river. Kind of far away, but I promise they are there. 

I always think of my nephew Drake when I cross this sign, but now I finally had the chance to take a picture of it for him.

I just google mapped it to see how far my walk was, because I never even checked. Three point six miles! Good thing I had picture taking to distract me. The weather, the scenery, the sunset, everything was so nice I really enjoyed it.

The next day, I was feeling so great about the experience that I rode my bike to and from work! Who needs cars!?