Of course, I might have overdone things this time with my ankle, but we needed just one more day on the trail before we headed home. We decided to walk the trail in the opposite direction from where we had just biked the day before, which meant better opportunities for photos since we weren’t moving quite as fast.
Looking down Pine Creek from the bridge at Slate Run.
It had finally rained at Slate Run the night before, and the clouds were doing their “night after it rained” formations.
This shot just looked like a tunnel into the wilderness. I liked the way the trees framed the view and the trail invited you right in.
This little girl was along the edge of the trail laying eggs, we presume. We found several holes that had been dug along the way and, beside a couple of them, what looked to be the leathery shells of ransacked turtle nests. I hope these ones make it.
For our anniversary this year, we decided to head to Slate Run, Pennsylvania, and do a little biking on the Pine Creek Rail Trail. We started at the Slate Run trail head and rode about 10 miles north to Blackwell with the incentive of ice cream at Miller’s before we turned to head back. And we enjoyed yet another beautiful day. I think the weather got the memo.
We passed over this interesting, asymmetrical and nameless (to me) bridge along the way.
If I described the scenery there, it would sound exactly the same as the Great Allegheny Passage. But somehow the Pine Creek Trail had a different personality. This photo looks like it could have been taken on the GAP, but when I took it, I could feel the difference.
Ice cream at Miller’s. “Water + Food + Art.” Not a sign you see every day.
Looks like I won’t be running for a while (or hiking, for that matter), so it’s off to the bike trail for me. (Did you see my last post about the stupid thing I did to my ankle?) Otherwise, I would need to stop eating completely because, you know, calories don’t burn up much from writing blog posts.
And although we just rode Confluence last week, we decided to ride it again because of my Lucky Dog Café black bean burger obsession. Here’s the thing: Lucky Dog is closed from November to April, and once they do open for the season, the hours and days when they’re actually open for lunch don’t always fall conveniently. And so far this year, the nice days when we were able to get on the trail have yet to coincide with a day they’ve been open for lunch. So I’ve been patiently waiting for my Lucky Dog fix since LAST OCTOBER.
But the wait is over. I get my Lucky Dog fix To. Day.
Let me start with these “It Was a Beautiful Day!” shots. Because, seriously, it was. The cicadas were so loud in some places we couldn’t hear what the other person was saying. I would say, “Man, those cicadas are so loud,” and my husband would say, “What?” It’s like they were having their own rock concert.
But let me finish by saying, it’s Thursday. When we drove past the Lucky Dog to the trail parking lot, the food delivery truck was parked in front. Apparently, Thursdays are delivery days. We biked. We loaded our bikes. We walked (I skipped, metaphorically) to Lucky Dog. Their menu had changed since we were there last October, but black bean burgers were still on it. Yay!
Well, no. Not really. According to our server, they were “out.” We asked if they still had them, and she said the food delivery truck delivered the goods, but the person who makes the burgers hadn’t yet.
NOOOOoooooooooo o o o o o.
So many things in this world to be sad over, and I choose black bean burgers.
This week’s “Get the Stink Blown Off You” outing took us to Confluence and the Great Allegheny Passage. We rode southeast to a little past Fort Hill before we turned around to head back to reality. Our chaser was lunch on the porch at the River’s Edge Cafe.
Again, another gorgeous day.
Look at all that green!
Here’s a little history of the area from the back of the River’s Edge menu.
We’ve been running between raindrops and appointments and deadlines to carve out a little mental health time for ourselves on the trail. Today we started in Rockwood, PA, and rode through the Pinkerton Tunnel, about eight miles west.
Looking toward the Pinkerton High Bridge, just east of the Pinkerton Tunnel.
The Pinkerton Tunnel, built in 1911 and reopened for trail use in 2015. Until the tunnel reopened, riders took the Pinkerton tunnel bypass route to reconnect with the bike trail on the other side.
Dame’s Rockets near the Pinkerton Tunnel.
(That action shot I always take and never post.)
We managed to squeeze in a beautiful day in the middle of a few not so beautiful ones, so we squeezed in a bike ride while we could. Being a Thursday (a weekday) in May (the kids are still in school), we took our chances starting at Ohiopyle, and it totally paid off. By summer, especially on a weekend, Ohiopyle is swarming with people, and a very uncomfortable place to be. It’s great for the businesses there, but definitely not the Ohiopyle I grew up with. But then there are days like today, and it was fantastic.
Just look at that sky.
And all that green! I didn’t think it would ever get here!
Railing and trail at Ramcat, about two miles from Confluence.
Here comes the rain again.
Rain is all over the forecast for next week, so we decided to get out while we could. Today we rode the Great Allegheny Passage starting at West Newton and heading southeast to a bit past Van Meter.
We always take a little time with our bench just east of Smithton.
And this little guy! I had to chase him off the trail. He was basking in his daily dose of Vitamin D, and wasn’t happy I made him do it somewhere else.
And finally! Look at all the green! It feels like it’s been a long time coming.
This week’s “Get Your Butt Out of The Studio” day took us to
the Ghost Town trail in Cambria County.
We hopped on at Nanty Glo and rode to the end at Ebensburg.
Another exceptionally beautiful day, as you can see.
Here’s one of the mile markers on the trail. How about that logo?
It’s a ghost. On a bike.
Just can’t get enough of those blue skies.
We’ve decided to take advantage of these kinds of days
as much as we possibly can. One of the things we’re alive FOR.
We ended our ride with lunch at the Stadium Bar & Grill in Nanty Glo.
This week’s ride took us to Rockwood, PA, and we rode southeast past Garrett.
Here are some of the sights along the way.
This farm sits right along the side of the trail…
…and we spooked a few guinea hens who weren’t very happy we were there.
The clouds decided to be drama queens, too.
And then there’s the Casselman River.
Of course we finished the day with lunch and ice cream
at the Rockwood Mill Shoppes and Opera House.
We attempted another trail ride today since the last time out the trail was a little mushy, and because…SUNSHINE! Not to mention the melancholic week I’m having.
This time we started our ride from West Newton, PA, and went a little over 8½ miles before we turned around. The temperature made it to around 74° and we got to soak in even more beautiful blue skies.
Here are a few of the pictures I took including the inevitable action shot.
(Note that the odometer is reading 9.8 mph.)
The Youghiogheny River as seen from our bench
about six miles southeast of West Newton,
across the river from Smithton.
It’s really (really) difficult to stay inside and watch a beautiful day go to waste, so we braved the tiny bit of a chill and headed for the woods. This time we started in Connellsville (this section on the Great Allegheny Passage is considered part of the Yough River Trail) and headed southeast toward Camp Carmel with the intention of turning around there. In some places the trail was a bit mushy though, so we ended up turning around just a bit before. That was fine because we still had plenty of time to enjoy the gorgeous day!
Took a much-needed break from the same four walls and hiked a bit on the Great Allegheny Passage bike trail near Ohiopyle.