Woke up at 7 am again and got our stuff organized and the panniers on the bikes before breakfast. At 8 we had another delicious breakfast of eggs benedict with Canadian bacon, poached eggs, English muffins, and Hollandaise sauce, plus fried potatoes, grapefruit, fresh blueberries, fresh cherries, orange juice, and milk. This time Pam ate with us, and we had a good conversation about the area (the then Pennsylvania Railroad’s fame in the 1800s, the Renaissance Festival in Annapolis, a little of the Kutztown Amish Festival in early July, the origin of the Jackson House, and the interior of the house itself. She let us walk through and see all the neat rooms in the house with their 1800 furnishings, rock walls, hardwood floors, etc. I told her it reminded me of the Brigham Young Lion House in Salt Lake City and said it would make a good polygamous household house. They are trying to sell the house, so I hope they find a buyer who appreciates the historical value of the old place, which has been updated with modern bathrooms.
Left this morning before 9 am, as we were trying to get back to turn in the bikes at 11:30 and had 19.5 miles to go It was a little uphill for a few miles into New Freedom and then we got the long downhill, not real steep but steady for about ten miles. We talked to an interesting “Army” guy at Monkton Station where we stopped for a potty break, snack, and drink. After we told him about our having ridden 30 trails in over 27 states, he was impressed and said we must be in good shape. That was nice to hear. I think we are in good shape and excellent health. A blessing for both of us. Didn’t stop many times on the way back and got back to Kate to turn in the bikes at 11:35. Good bikes, except for my fender coming loose in York, but I fixed it with a tie and it worked fine the rest of the time. The big mystery was when she asked for the pump that she had loaned us along with the spare tubes and tire-changing tools. I know she gave it to us and I thought I took all those bike tools into the room that first night and put it all in a plastic bag and then carried it the other two days. I had completely forgotten to account for all she had given us.) Therefore, I had no idea what happened to it. (Later that day, Pam looked for it in the B & B, but couldn’t see it.) No telling where I lost it. We just paid Kate for the loss. She was very nice about it and also offered to drive us over to the PA Dutch Market about a mile and a half away. (As in “Pennsylvania” Dutch Market; we had called it the “pa” Dutch Market. I guess our brains were a little dead.) Our shoulders and legs truly appreciated that unexpected offer, as it enabled us to stay on our schedule and avoid that 30 minutes (at least) walk. The panniers are heavy and a bit awkward.
We were able to spend some time in the Amish market to buy some stuff to take back and a great piece of cheesecake, which we had for lunch sitting on the Amish rockers outside the store. Then we schlepped our panniers up to the Giant food store where Martha had determined we could buy the great local Berger cookies that Dotty Bumbalough had told us to be sure to get because they were so good. Then we had 15 minutes to walk over to the Light Rail to catch the train to the Baltimore Airport. Once again, the Lord was watching out for us, because we made it just in time, in spite of not exactly knowing where the stain on Schilling Road actually was. One lady we asked just kept saying, “It’s right there, right there,” but “right there” was not immediately clear until she finally said, “Cross the road and look left after you pass this building.” It reminds me of an essay we read in freshman English: “Clear Only If Known.” Although we got on going north instead of south—the wrong way—we realized this at the next stop and were able to switch to the other train that was conveniently stopped at the station and so didn’t miss any time in this confusion. We made it to the airport an hour and a half later, after relaxing on the Light Rail, which turned out to be free fare for two weeks, ending tomorrow, so our stress in trying to hurriedly buy the rail pass was for naught. The walk at the airport was a little long, but the security line had no one in it, so we were at the gate in plenty of time and ready to fly back to Atlanta. It was another good ride with Martha and relaxing for me, riding about 84 miles on our bikes over these three days. I love being outside doing this. And the weather was perfect!
Thanks again to Martha for posting my blog and adding the pictures.