In between a new baby and our daughter moving, we’ve managed to get in some scenic cycling. We have many “favorite” rides we do again and again. Crossing the Delaware River over the historic Dingman’s Bridge on a recent ride through national park lands with friends we encountered a mother bear and her cub. Thankfully, she wasn’t interested in us.
There’s nothing we like more than discovering new rides.
We rode from our Milford, PA house to Orson, PA a couple of weeks ago, visiting friends with a gorgeous old farmhouse. We had reconned the route previously and did a 124 mile loop—57 the first day and 67 the second. Nestled on a hill near a ski resort, the terrain is steep hills with magnificent views and little traffic. We stopped for second breakfast at the Cherry Ridge Airport—a one landing strip operation for private planes. The manager pointed out a plane worth $600,000. Road biking is a much less expensive pursuit!
We began and ended a ride at the Warwick Valley Winery & Distillery, traversing Pine Island, or the Black Dirt region. Originally called “the drowned lands” formed by the melting glaciers 12,000 years ago, its known for its onion crops. Nothing like unwinding with wine post ride!
I often pack peanut butter sandwiches, mine with jam; Matt’s with slices of red onion. A former social studies teacher of our sons used to take these when he backpacked. A bit smelly, but crunchy and hydrating. I’ll stick to jam. I need constant refueling and have fruit and nut bars in my jersey pockets.
We went with our Orson friends to a dinner party where someone asked us if we were “real” cyclists. “Do you wear spandex?” Yes, we do. But that doesn’t make us any more real than those that don’t. I enjoyed this Wall Street Journal article about slow bicycle racing. It’s all about the journey.