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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by Cannonshot, Apr 19, 2018.
“Demand for natural ice kind of melted away over the years.”
Don’t forget to tip your waitress.
Day 6, on to Pettecote Junction, part 1.
Woolrich became a company town for an outfit that started up in 1830. Before it was called Woolrich, it was called Factoryville.
Lumber was the primary bidness in this region when they started up. The Rich family used wool to make clothing and socks for those workers.
The outlet store wasn't open yet this morning.
The plant area occupies the site of their second mill. The first didn't have enough water power so they changed locations.
They don't make their clothes here anymore, but they do manufacture fabric and wool blankets for the Army. I was a little sheepish about trying to find out more.
Notables from here include Bob Rich who ran the company for quite a while and then spent 18 years in the House of Representatives, but not Richie Rich.
By "shear" luck, we happened upon an Indian at the wool mill.
Company offices. The company was purchased by a European outfit in 2016 (to expand their markets) so the headquarters in now in London.
Temperature drops 3.5 - 5 degrees per thousand, so when the temps are close to freezing at a lower elevation, it only takes a minor climb to get back into snow.
I guess we were "lucky" to experience such close temperature margins.
Most of the time the road was clear of snow.
I noticed some signs along the way restricting some of the energy company vehicles from using certain forest roads.
Speaking of energy and pipelines.
Heated jackets and grips make for comfortable riding.
Gas stop in Waterville.
Cannonshot, you sure can spin a good yarn.
Stories like that make up the fabric of the evolution of our nation, the Ewe-nited States.
Did you notice the old-style lambposts in front of the Woolrich Outlet?
OK, I apologize.
Day 6, on to Pettecote Junction, part 2.
The road was closed the day we were there. Don't know why or for how long. Pretty easy to work out a go-around.
Notice the sign about energy outfits using the road. There is other energy related production here.
The go-around we took.
Interesting old bridge along the way.
Big mining shovel. Looks like a coal mine.
Cedar Run - quaint.
Going over to take a look at the Pettecote Jct campground.
1891 Cedar Run Inn. Restaurant and lodging.
Oh, you are hitting it all! Woolrich store, used to go there all the time when my sister-in-law lived up that way. Cedar run, hit that when doing that rail trail that runs along the river. Good times, you are knocking it out of the park.
Day 6, Heading up to the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania.
Grand Canyon (overlook).
The canyon is about 4,000' wide and around 800' deep here.
The gorge runs for about 47 miles. The deepest point is about 1,450'.
Recreational trail down there along the old rail grade.
Back in the logging days, they stripped the place and messed it up pretty bad. Slash was the fuel for fires that kept the land barren. Erosion caused landslides along the gorge. The place was so bad it was referred to as the Pennsylvania Desert.
Barges from the lumber days. Cooking and dining, sleeping, and horses (left to right). The railroad is visible on the far bank.
Now the forests are back and there are some 100 year old trees.
Jack insisted we get a photo of me in this report somewhere . . . just to prove I was there.
I don't know, those two guys appear 'awefully' similar, maybe those are the Ozarks in the background.
There is a good backpacking trail called the west rim trail that runs along the west side of the gorge. It is about 30 miles and was a great trip.
Thanks. I think some of those recreation trails we saw would be great bicycle riding and good trips by themselves. They sure looked good.
Actually, Jack wasn't even there. I photoshopped that image of him on his bike into hundreds and hundreds of photos. As you can see, I used the same image of him over and over so it wasn't too difficult. Truthfully, Jack's being there helped make the trip a great experience.
That sounds like a really nice backpacking trip.
Day 6, another tire repair.
A little lower elevation.
Back in it.
Came around a corner, tire went flat, pulled off the other side of the rim.
The PVC tape bunched up at the cut. Tube failed at the cut. Patched the tube. Patched the cut inside the tire. Held up fine. When we took the tube out at Cyclenutz to mount new Heidenaus, the patch we put over the cut was pushed out. The patch on the tube must have added enough thickness to prevent it from failing again. This is where one of those heavier Slime tractor tire patches can be great to patch a serious cut to at least get you out of the backcountry.
Despite being careful, we still managed to get the tire on backward (tread facing wrong direction). It was no big deal but I did notice that the rear would work itself out sideways a little under hard braking when the wheels weren't lined up. Not much tread left. Since I was getting new tires once I got home, I didn't see the need to take it all apart to turn the tire around.
Of course, I was riding pretty carefully while waiting for the other shoe to drop. After some significant miles, I had confidence that it would hold.
Is that really speed stick your lubing that tire with?
Jack will have to tell you about that. He's pretty resourceful.
Day 6, on to Lawrenceville and the northern terminus of the MABDR.
Maple sap collection system. Or, maybe they pump it from a tank into the trees.
It seemed unusual to have the view opened up like this.
The Cowanesque River is a 41 mile long tributary to the Tioga River.
The Corps has some rec area stuff on both sides of the lake.
In 1980, the Corps slipped a dam in there to help with flood control.
The spillway is enormous so there must be some significant water involved during periods of flooding.
Gas stop on the edge of town. Numbers for today's ride on the route.
Lawrenceville is a small town but has more stuff than you might expect (like three gas stations that we saw anyway).
By the way, Larryville is named after Jimmy Lawrence. Jimmy was a naval officer known for his famous declaration "Don't give up the ship!" as a British blockade vessel and crew solidly kicked his ship's ass. Jimmy died of small arms fire in that engagement. His remarks became a popular battle cry. Jimmy was also involved with some experiments involving a spar torpedo. There are several ships and towns named for him.
Restaurant stop. A good choice for us. Armed forces flags out front.
While we were dining, fellow inmate and local resident Wood1 stopped by after seeing the adventure bikes out front. He was anxious to get on the MABDR himself. Great meeting you and best wishes on your ride Wood1!
It was still early and we had just topped off our tanks, so off we went toward home. It was in the 30s. We overnighted in Jamestown.
End of day totals.
And so it ends.
Almost. Still gotta get home and share a GPS file.
Great report for all of us prepping for our own ride on the MABDR. Very cool that we can make a pick list of side excursions from the ones you guys documented and add some of our own to the mix. Big thanks!