This isn't from the worst trails that google maps tried to send me on (the Southern New England Trunk Line, and the northern portion of the Airline North State Park Trail, both in northeastern Connecticut.) It's actually from the day before, on the trail I mention in this post which was comparatively great biking.
This tunnel had standing water deep enough that a couple big sucks and rocks I tossed into it disappeared entirely. I'm not a fan of cycling with wet, muddy shoes, so I scrambled up the hillside, crossed the road, and scrambled back down.
Yesterday was another one of those rocky days in my tenuous relationship with Google Maps. When it sent me onto a dirt road on my third turn, a mile and a half into my ride, I seriously thought we might need to break up. (Hint: Cody Road in Fitchburg, MA is dirt.) Shortly thereafter, it routed me through a church parking lot, and what was basically someone's back yard.
We're working on it. I have to work on it too, mostly by not putting so much trust in it, until it has worked on some of its issues. I'm looking in to relationship therapy.
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