After my thwarted attempt at visiting with the Williamsport Whispering Giant, I didn’t have much else on my radar for the day other than riding. No planned stopped, no interesting barns, scenic overlooks – just riding and whatever popped up along the way.
On my way out of town, I couldn’t resist stopping for this great mural:
From Williamsport I set off towards Lock Haven to pick up the bottom of the northeastern leaf of the Roadrunner State College Shamrock Tour. Having been on several of the routes for this tour leaf, I knew what to expect and I was looking forward to the ride.
I was treated to shady, tree-lined roads with little to no traffic as I steadily plugged along. Peeks of sunshine occasionally muscled through the cloudy canopy. Temperatures hovered in the high 60s – a real treat for July 1st in the northeast.
Small town America fascinates me. As a suburbanite of the NY Metro area, my view of it is completely colored with romanticism. Little rural post offices hold a charm that I can barely resist.
I picked my way along routes 664, 44, 414, 287 and headed north towards Wellsboro for breakfast. In my fixation on finding my keys the hotel I had bypassed breakfast.
Kenny and I ate in the Wellsboro Diner years ago. As I glanced over at the pies they had on display, I felt a pang of missing both him and Chloe. I know they would’ve loved a slice of anything in the case.
Tucked in to my omelette, I contemplated what I would be doing next. What started as simply riding some loops around Pa. was quickly becoming… well, since I’m so close, maybe I should just zip over to…