After 20 years of cycling trips, today was the best
day either of us could remember. Of
course we are old and our memories are disappearing. Regardless of its status,
we had great weather and fantastic cycling.
Our morning started with an early breakfast only 3
blocks from our hotel. We were surprised
to find anything, let alone a restaurant that opened at 6 a.m. It was only a
short ride (down hill) from our hotel to the trail. This trail is a
continuation of the bike/buggy trail we came into town on the previous
day. Our ride west was flat, straight,
and thus fast. The trail only lasted 7
miles before it ended and we had to cycle on the road. It could have been a continuation of the
trail because we did not see any cars.
This section was about 7 miles long and had gentle rolling hills that
allowed easy cycling. Near the end of
this segment, we heard the “clip clop” of horses gaining on us. We were going 12 mph but 4 buggies passed us
with no trouble. They were filled with Amish
families. When we got to the next trail,
the buggies were stopped at a trailhead picnic area. While they waved, no one offered to let us
join them. So we got on the trail and
headed up the mountain. The trail was a
buggy/bike trail on a former railroad right-of-way. We climbed for 3 miles on a slope that
allowed us to pedal at 10 mph with ease.
Along the way, many more buggies passed us but we did not see any other
cyclists.
As we crested the mountain we saw still more buggies
going in both directions. Our descent on
the other side of the mountain was equally as gentle as our climb. Thus, no
screaming downhill ride. This trail
ended after 12 blissful miles. We next
transitioned through a small town and then got on our last trail for the
day. No buggies were allowed but rather
lots of walkers and cyclists joined us for a car-free ride. Along the way, we cycled over the Bridge
of Dreams, a covered bridge that
crosses the Mohican River.
This 370-foot bridge is the third longest covered bridge in the country.
We are staying in the town of Mt.
Vernon. It was platted in 1805, and named after
George Washington’s estate. The town was also the location of Johnny
Appleseed’s first orchard. The town was
winner of Ohio Magazine’s 2018 Best Home
Town award, In the town we visited the Woodward Opera
House, the oldest opera theater of its kind in the United
States. The theater, after many years of
renovation and restoration, has been transformed into a local cultural and
performing-arts center.
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Lovely photos..mountain? Old Guys Rock.
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