We took the bike path to the train station, hopped aboard (after experiencing some complicated ticket and platform bureaucracy) and jumped off at the end of the line.
Then we rode northbound and down a huge hill. We were supposed to be headed southbound, so we went back up the huge hill.
Luckily, we found a little village called Sushiopolis and spent some time there recuperating.
Then to the bike path again and the gorgeous countryside that surrounds it. We saw ducks, peacocks, chickens, goats, horses and a mama muskrat with her two babies. I swear they were not voles. How do I know? Because they looked exactly like this: