The Freehold Segment of the Henry Hudson Trail
Description:
The Freehold segment of the Henry Hudson trail is a dedicated bike path over an abandoned railroad track, running north-south from a residential street in Marlboro to near the center of the town of Freehold. It parallels Route 79, but traverses woods and housing developments.
Length:
The path is 5.25 miles, one way.
Surface and safety:
The surface is asphalt, about ten feet in width. Since this path was laid in 2005, it is still in excellent condition. Safety is also excellent -- the safest of the three segments of the trail. This is a path that you can bike wearing an iPod. The path also seems to be little traveled. On my most recent round trip there on a beautiful early fall day, I saw no other bikers at all.
Points of interest:
This is a serene path through woods most of the way, and there are no real points of interest. The path goes near a number of new housing developments and some expansive open fields that can be quite beautiful.
What's not to like:
The scenery, although it exhibits a quiet beauty, doesn't have much variety. Probably more important for most people, however, is the fact that of the three segments, this one is the furthest from centers of population and major highways, and thus the hardest to reach.
PINK FLOYD: Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.