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Thrusday 27th
62 miles
7hrs 15mins
Trip total 333 miles
The first 14 miles was down highway 113, the sister of highway 13 with just about the same amount of traffic. About an hour later we pulled into Snowhill and found, you guessed it, more antique shops. Today I could be the statue. While Susan wandered the shop stalls, I strolled the streets, and fortunately we both got bored in about thirty minutes and met back at the bike. As we left Snowhill our route took us back into the rural countryside and on into Virginia. |
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Snowhill, Maryland an another antique shop |
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Ol Virginy |
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The day was overcast and cool as rode through the farmland with huge fields full of corn and bell peppers. The traffic was so light that cars were a rare site, as were towns. We sat on the porch of a deserted building in a ghost town as we ate a snack and took a break. Our next break was along the side of a road as we watched a farmer plowing his field while he was being followed by a flock of sea gulls. We were beginning to think we would not see a store or a restaurant the whole day. We finally pulled into a local diner around 2:30 for lunch. I don�t know if we were just hungry or the homemade potato chips, chicken pot pie and ice tea were really good. I think they were really good. We only had 6 more miles when we finished eating and climbed back on the bike. The trip was almost over. |
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Take'n a break in a deserted town in Virginia |
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Seagulls following a tractor |
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After arriving back at the Colonial Inn we unloaded the bike and moved back into our room for the night. After quick showers Susan took the truck to highway 13 and the shopping malls and I grabbed a 6 pack and watched as a crew took down a pecan tree in the back of the inn as big around as a kitchen table. It was great entertainment and took my mind off my sore knees. After Susan got back we walked down to Stella�s and had a bleu cheese and asparagus pizza. It sounds bad, but tasted great. As we walked back to the Colonial Inn we talked about our adventure. Sometimes things always go wrong-weather, mechanical problems, terrain, health, but sometimes it all comes together. This trip we were the pigeons.
skip & Susan |
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The final Tally, 333 miles! |
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Back at the Colonal Manor Inn |
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