ArmyJoe
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I woke this morning to clear skies and 40 degree temps. Given that it's been cloudy and/or raining for the last two weeks, I wasn't about to complain. I was about to set off on my first road trip, a journey of military and family history in Pennsylvania. Though I'm from New Jersey and currently live in Ohio, most of my family comes from the area around Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. But before I head there, I'll be spending a day at Gettysburg.
After printing some last-minute census records, I packed the Spyder. I found that 4 days worth of clothes, my laptop, running shoes, and a fanny pack with rain gear filled the trunk.
My Cortech Sport Tail Bag held my lunches (5 Meals, Ready to Eat), camera, heavy gloves, and amateur radio walkie-talkie.
I got on the road about 9 AM and made a few quick stops to fuel up, get breakfast, and buy a quart of oil. My first side trip was Zanesville, Ohio, home of the Y-Bridge.
The Muskingum County Courthouse is pretty impressive, but I'm not a fan of Second Empire architecture.
Getting back on the road, my next stop was Cabela's outside Huntington, West Virginia.
I pulled into the parking lot with no bars left on the fuel gauge and 164 miles on the odometer. This place is the ultimate man-land, but I only stayed long enough to buy a Nalgene water bottle. The amount of mounted animals on display is probably second only to the Museum of Natural History in New York.
From there, I went up to Pittsburgh, to find the gravesite of my great-grandmother. After coming through the Fort Pitt Tunnel, you find yourself smack in the middle of the city and the view was absolutely amazing.
I love gothic architecture and the front gate of Allegeheny Cemetery was impressive.
I quickly found my great-grandmother and paid my respects. With a little time to burn, I explored the cemetery and took some pictures.
It was getting close to rush hour, so I got the heck out of Dodge. After a quick refuel in Somerset, Pennsylvania, I headed to Breezewood. Not only is Breezewood the gateway to Gettysburg, but it's also known for two pieces of travel trivia. First, it's the western end of 13 miles of abandoned interstate.
Second, the Pennsylvania Turnpike Comission didn't want to pay the fee to connect to I-70 heading south to Maryland, so a very weird interchange results in I-70 running on a surface street (US 30) for a quarter-mile.
Heading east on US 30, the sun was setting behind me. The autumn colors were incredible to look at, but there were no scenic rest stops and the twisty road demanded my attention. While the interstate cuts through Sideling Hill and Tuscarora Mountain, here the road goes up and over them. I got to the top of Tuscarora Mountain just as the last light was fading. This picture is taken from a hang-glider launch pad over McConnellsburg, Pennsylvania.
Heading east one last time, I rode into Chambersburg while a full moon rose directly in front of me.
After printing some last-minute census records, I packed the Spyder. I found that 4 days worth of clothes, my laptop, running shoes, and a fanny pack with rain gear filled the trunk.
My Cortech Sport Tail Bag held my lunches (5 Meals, Ready to Eat), camera, heavy gloves, and amateur radio walkie-talkie.
I got on the road about 9 AM and made a few quick stops to fuel up, get breakfast, and buy a quart of oil. My first side trip was Zanesville, Ohio, home of the Y-Bridge.
The Muskingum County Courthouse is pretty impressive, but I'm not a fan of Second Empire architecture.
Getting back on the road, my next stop was Cabela's outside Huntington, West Virginia.
I pulled into the parking lot with no bars left on the fuel gauge and 164 miles on the odometer. This place is the ultimate man-land, but I only stayed long enough to buy a Nalgene water bottle. The amount of mounted animals on display is probably second only to the Museum of Natural History in New York.
From there, I went up to Pittsburgh, to find the gravesite of my great-grandmother. After coming through the Fort Pitt Tunnel, you find yourself smack in the middle of the city and the view was absolutely amazing.
I love gothic architecture and the front gate of Allegeheny Cemetery was impressive.
I quickly found my great-grandmother and paid my respects. With a little time to burn, I explored the cemetery and took some pictures.
It was getting close to rush hour, so I got the heck out of Dodge. After a quick refuel in Somerset, Pennsylvania, I headed to Breezewood. Not only is Breezewood the gateway to Gettysburg, but it's also known for two pieces of travel trivia. First, it's the western end of 13 miles of abandoned interstate.
Second, the Pennsylvania Turnpike Comission didn't want to pay the fee to connect to I-70 heading south to Maryland, so a very weird interchange results in I-70 running on a surface street (US 30) for a quarter-mile.
Heading east on US 30, the sun was setting behind me. The autumn colors were incredible to look at, but there were no scenic rest stops and the twisty road demanded my attention. While the interstate cuts through Sideling Hill and Tuscarora Mountain, here the road goes up and over them. I got to the top of Tuscarora Mountain just as the last light was fading. This picture is taken from a hang-glider launch pad over McConnellsburg, Pennsylvania.
Heading east one last time, I rode into Chambersburg while a full moon rose directly in front of me.
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