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The Great Allegheny Passage – Day 2

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Day 2 on the Great Allegheny Passage Trail

Day two began a ride through ledges of rock with the forest life abounding above that. 20 miles east of Ohiopyle was very similar to the 20 miles into it the day before. We began by 11, having enjoyed a healthy breakfast and awaiting the long train that bisected town and our trail.

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The morning hurried through. At some stretches we rode two by two, right behind one another to play name games and to sweat away the miles. We were going ahead and behind other groups doing similar trips, as we caught up at bike repair shops for air, or they passed us while we ate a snack.

We paused at Pinkerton Tunnel for blasting construction, took in the view of the river below from the shade, and rode a detour around it once we were cleared.

A rest in Markleton lead us with lulling sounds to the most intimate forest stream. We crawled down the bank, careful on the soft floor of fallen needles and growing mushrooms, to step out on a rock.

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The trail was about to become more scenic as we approached, happily, the continental divide – the literal high point of our trip.

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Here we are, 23 miles to go, since climbing for the past 125 miles to the top of the Continental Divide. We were overjoyed! Check out the climb in this graphic below.

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Going at the highest speed of 18mph, down down down, was such a relief. It gave us all a second wind, and 23 miles into Cumberland didn’t look difficult at all. We stopped to take pictures at the Mason Dixon, state line. Old iron bridges, and small wooden ones lead us over quick streams. We emerged from a long dark tunnel, going ahead on trust not to run into the dark walls or something worse. It felt like a dream biking through darkness, you relied on a safe intuition to get you to the light at the end. We began to parallel the scenic railway in Frostburg. Humid fields exhausting steamy soil left us in a romantic fog, gleaming at sundown. Rolling hills, and small towns built into them were apart of the entire pastoral view and experience.

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We arrived in Cumberland at sunset. Many walkers, runners and bikers were along the trial. We held our hands high crossing beneath the marking between the G.A.P. and the C&O Canal Towpath trail to D.C. From here the next morning we bid farewell to my brother and his girlfriend! I need to share their digital images to view what the trail looks like from this Cumberland point. What they experienced was a mix of history, ruin, tunnels and great company at campsites.

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Where shall we go on our next trip? I think Phil and I will do the C&O Towpath at some point!

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The Great Allegheny Passage – Bike Trip 2012

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Two days, 142 Miles – The GAP Trail – The Great Allegheny Passage

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Starting in the steel-side Pittsburgh, we began our Monday morning at mile marker 139. The cool day with the bright sun, and three days worth of our belongings on our bikes, made us feel free and unencumbered. My brother and his girlfriend would continue on through storms and high waters to get to D.C. by Friday to catch a train! Phil and I took half of a week to stop our bike trip in Cumberland, Maryland.

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We started out by crisscrossing railroad tracks, biking up to old bridges traveling over rivers, and came to the small working town of McKeesport where the trail weaved through the industrial town.

The recent rain had made a few places muddy, and we drove down one truckers alley-road before claiming the rest of the trail for bikes only.

We tried to break every 15 miles to stand away from our bikes, and grab a snack.

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We ate in Smithton for lunch, with 40 miles of the trail behind us at this point. Most things in town were closed except for this smoky bar where we were carded to verify that we were 18 !?

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By mid-afternoon, we had passed the quaint town of Boston and most of the 1950’s vinyl homes that were open to the trail. Connellsville was a town we passed through with beautiful community flower gardens, colorful in the median plantings that separated the bike trail from the car traffic.

We’d gone into the forest climb before Ohiopyle and it was now us, the trail and the river.

The trail, at this point, was also referred to as the Youghiogheny River Trail and was a difficult last 20 miles to finish up to our campsite for the night.

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Ah, but so worth it once we’d set up camp a quarter mile higher than the trail, trekked back down, and walked 1/2 a mile into town to enjoy a lovely dinner on a back porch. The sun was setting, we laughed and ate merrily having completed a long 68 miles of biking for the day.

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Arizona ~ Nevada ~ Utah

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Just a few more shots of a Summer out West;

Nevada, Utah and Arizona.

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Last Night in Vegas

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Dressing up and dressing off

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In Vegas we stayed at a castle

a screaming floor full of ‘winners’

they’d made it here

landed in a bleak desert

from the sky or over dry land.

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We’ve projected beyond

the desert people camps

the lonely fifty mile road

through a reservation

to a glass U walk suspended

over a natural wonder.

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But most people stay

in Vegas, if they visit Nevada

the ‘on’ switch turns at 8pm.

Quiet malls become clubs with

long lines and the noise of the street

belongs inside by night.

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Peace may only rest in the cliff cracks

of Zion two hundred miles east.

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Looking Back ~ South Rim GC

It hovers over the city dwellers, peeking around city buildings, train travelers, and from the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.

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The next day, we closed in on the South Rim

the north face of Humphreys began to fade

to a mere backdrop

left to stand with common tourists in the

amazement of nature

over the erosion of another natural wonder.

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Caught It!

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Humphreys Peak, HP Az

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Climbing Humphreys

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We walked a grass meadow to the forest edge

the lime green new growth of the pine

spread and opened a mile in to expose a hill of rock

too great for human hands

The easy slow switch backs lead through Aspen

tall white trunks rise from the fern forest floor.

We stumble over large rocks and exposed roots

the first two miles, getting acclimated to 11,000 ft

and then the knee lifts begin, slow scrambling past

false peaks to make it on top of an ancient volcano.

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There is a constant buzz at 12,633 feet, a live hive

hungry flies we see

south mountains draped in pines

a soft carpet of Aspen lies in the valley crooks below

The 360 degree view affords us the view of the North Rim and Walnut Canyon by just turning

a simple circle.

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The next day we watched Humphreys in the rear view mirror

Onward to see the Grand Canyon South rim as

soft sandaled tourists.

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(50/50 Photos were taken by my husband or me.)

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~ Flagstaff Arizona ~

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Flagstaff

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Thirty miles north of Sedona

lives the summer homes

of most desert dwellers, and the shadow

of Arizona’s highest peak.

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We’d come to ‘Flag’ to climb Mt. Humpheys

the day of rest before

found us lolly-gagging around

easily paved tourist attractions that left

us feeling empty.

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We ate across the tracks before the train

bisected the city again

a hipster town, complete with

a university from the

historic landmarks

old hotels where New Years Eve

parties were spent watching

the pine cone drop

outside the Weatherford Hotel.

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Humphreys began at the low pine spread

easy, slow switch-backs in the Aspen forest

a bright green fern floor before the tall

white legs

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Careful steps climb for two-thirds of the way

watching roots and rock trip your feet

until knee lifts climb you the

last tired third to the top

the sand and lava rock tundra

of a volcano we can make out

at the peak, over the rock scramble

blew one million years ago.

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A live hive by the top

small hungry flies at 12,000 feet

mountains south of us were draped in pines

a soft carpet of Aspen lies in the valley

crooks below the mountain.

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Jerome, an old copper mining town.

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Jerome

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Nearby Jerome copper mines

turned the grassy meadow brassy

to the taste of a bleak landscape

lowering from ancestral Pueblos’ mazes.

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Toward the hills of a glistening J

the lights of Jerome draw

day-time travelers to sit sipping beer

from the balcony of an old Asylum.

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Turquoise infused Juniper wood

lies in the precious glassed galleries

where the locals tell time on spring-loaded clocks

bouncing from ‘8’ balls

anything to tell us what the sun is doing.

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The town joy engulfed with the most experimental

and expressive of arts, for a conservative

valley of straight-laced thinkers.

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See the Pura Gallery online or in person if you visit Jerome.

http://www.puravidagalleryjerome.com/

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Montezuma’s Castle ~ 2012

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Montezuma’s Castle

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Montezuma’s Castle

sits too tall to climb without ladders

pale white adobes, pressed

together with women palms

centuries ago

since then, ancient sycamores

grow in the stream beds.

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Cathedral Rock ~ Sedona

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Cathedral Rock

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High on the formation

The bugs southern tinny song

Comes and goes with the gusting wind

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Black birds open up a white wingspan to fly

down to ancient sycamores growing in the stream.

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