It was a beautiful evening for a ride, so I took the long way home through Prospect Park and stopped at the lake to snap some shots of the ducks and swans. This route has one big, ugly challenge: the hill for which Park Slope is named. Today, I took Third Street all the way from 3rd Avenue up to the park, and damn if I wasn’t out of breath by the time I made it to the greenlane on Prospect Park West. Like, embarrassingly out of breath. Lucky for me, it’s a quiet ride from there to the southwest corner of the Park, and then into the Park to join the masses riding east on the Park Drive.
Finding this little spot, with the swans and the ducks and the guys fishing, seemed like a perfect place to stop. (A note to myself: stop more. Dismounting to take some photos isn’t any kind of drag and you’re not in a hurry!)