And they’re a lot of fun to ride through. Not all covered bridges are aesthetically pleasing, but they, too, all have a certain charm, regardless. Montana has nothing on this landscape this is Big Sky Country, Pennsylvania-style!ĭecrepit small-scale farms probably shouldn’t be so appealing, since their demise is almost never a good thing, but the organic way the old silos weather and the structures decay has an inherent appeal. We were relieved to see that this sign said “no peddling” instead of “no pedalling”, which, at this point, we’d been doing for quite a while! Rolling hills, woods, flowing water, centuries-old architecture, covered bridges, stone walls and the bluest sky - it was a perfect ride! It’s not just that the windows are gone, but, I suspect that the whole back wall has collapsed, allowing that perfectly-aligned glimpse into the field beyond, through the building. ![]() This abandoned out-building looks a bit Potemkin, with an almost one-dimensional aspect. Sometimes the woods and the earliest buildings meld until the structure almost disappears, and sometimes it’s hardly possible to spot the farm across the fields. Southeastern Pennsylvania is dotted with old stone buildings, many of which date from when the area was first settled by Europeans, and which are still lived in we spotted them all along the ride.Ĭovered bridges are another hallmark of the geography, though there were only two on this route. There were two rest stops on our route: At the first, a friendly Alpaca was soaking up admiration in the parking lot, while these much tinier guys were frolicking in open pens - and posing very nicely! ![]() I’m sure we failed to see quite a few hidden, as they often are, in the shadows of the greenery all around. The county has plentiful creeks, burbling quietly alongside. Riding on public streets meant that we saw our share of private homes, most of them with at least a little rustic, or historic, charm. Motorists were relatively few, and, for the most part, considerate when dealing with the 1500 or so of us who did this ride. The entire route is on open roads, but occurs on a quiet Sunday. Mile for mile, it’s the prettiest long ride we’ve taken, which is only right, as the tour benefits open space preservation. Diarist and Argyll joined us for one of the prettiest rides around: Thirty-plus miles /49 km in the rolling terrain of Chester county, Pennsylvania. This year, all six of Basil’s gears were fully functioning, and I also had a much better idea of how to use them. ![]() Last year I unwittingly rode the French Creek Iron Tour in only two gears, having failed to notice that Basil’s gear indicator had slipped.
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