Beautiful morning after the rain. Dave hung his tent out to dry and I dried mine under the hand dryers in the bathrooms. Sleeping bags, too.
Dave loves his hot breakfast
York, PA has "rail trails"; ahhh FLAT bike trails next to old tracks. 12 miles of restful riding.
Rail trail
Sculpture along the rail trail
Our flat rail trail ended in Glen Rock, PA, a little mountain town that still advertises on the sides of buildings.
Glen Rock, PA
Our travel goal today was to reach Dave's sister-in-law's sheep farm by day's end. 50 miles seemed reasonable.
So far the weather was good, though thunder storms were predicted for evening and all the following day. We would get to the farm just in time.
But hills... one after the other, and another, and another. My goal became to ride as far up each one as I could so that was less mileage to walk. I became one with the hills. I no longer dreaded them. I saw them as a way to get up close and personal with the road. I decided the incline was 45 degrees. I was hallucinating about middle school geometry protractors.
Taking photos is not an option as a movement of my hands from the bike bar to my camera would allow the bike to roll back down the hill.
But this is a great muscle builder of my right arm as it does most of the weight pressing of 75+ lbs bike. Yes! I can do this.
The only problem is the sun does eventually set whether you are still pressing weights or not. As I again stopped to catch my breath- a helpful woman shouted across the highway that there was a nice campground 6 miles ahead.
Now Dave was phoning me and promising the ride was a lot easier after I got to the top!!! Where the heck was the top? At the cross road. Really? I was crossing roads all the time.
Only 35 miles to go and we would be at the farm.
We decided to stay at the campground, checked in and set up camp.
Looking at the projected route's elevation for the following day, it offered 35 miles of 3 times the elevation we had just covered today. And the weather prediction was still thunderstorms. I protested...with a smile.
Dave asked his son to check online to see if there was another possible route out of the "mountains".
Honestly, after the last few days, I knew something would work out.
After checking the weather, Marc, Dave's sister-in-law's husband, arrived at the campground, loaded our bikes and gear and drove us to their beautiful farm 50 minutes away. GRATEFUL.
The Withers' farm
Here comes the rain
Good night from a room in a dry barn. Luxury!