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Bike To The Orchards For Donuts

It's officially the off season for triathlon. At least for me, it is. I've thrown in the towel on racing until the spring. So what do I do now, gorge myself on donuts? 

The answer to this question is yes.

But let's not get crazy. The weather is pure perfect autum – clear blue skies and excellent for biking. And I have a brand new roadie named Sheena (the punkrocker). Sheena enjoys long rides, especially when they end in donuts. We get along famously.

So my "training plan" for the fall involves biking around for food. This past Sunday it was to The Orchards, a farm stand and orchard in Concklin, NY.

It's a 40 mile ride to The Orchards from New York City, so round trip makes it a cool 80 (ish) miles. I figure this ride earns me a donut (or two).

I was told The Orchards had good cider donuts. But were they good enough to bike 80 miles for?

Yes. Yes, they were.

My only regret is that I did not purchase more of them and stuff them into all the pockets of my biking jersey.

They were somewhere between mini and full-sized. A perfect overgrown snack-size. They were moist, encased in a browned shell that was generously sprinkles with large granules of sugar for a sweet crunch. The insides were speckled with fall spices – cinnamon and nutmeg if I'm correct.

I devoured one and then sized up the second. I ate half of it and then casually asked one of my co-riders, "How long until we have to climb a hill on the way back?" Too soon, apparently, so I packed the remaining half in my bike pouch. I ate this half later in the ride when I needed a little extra energy.

I HIGHLY recommend getting yourself by bike or by car to The Orchards. Their market is stuffed with other baked goods if donuts aren't your thing (they are though, aren't they??): pies, an assortment of cookies, butters (like apple and pear), jams and cinnamon buns!

I'm going back with a backpack. And skipping all the hills on the way back.