Trippin' with Susan Straley

 Dear Friends and Family, What sights!  They take my breath away. After I last posted I searched for a trail near me and found one only three miles away.  Wow, was it ever a pretty trail!  It started out going through a tunnel through Mountain Laurel. Then steps down to a falling creek (or "run" as they call them around here). The ground covered with colorful leaves and some snowing down in front of me.  There were trees and mosses growing on giant rocks. Golden leaves  were floating on a crystal clear stream. There were lots of pretty and interesting fungus/mushrooms. And the walk was just the right length. I hooked up my trailer that night and on Sunday I pulled out of my site 63 at Chestnut Ridge Campground by seven a.m. Google said it would only take me four hours to get to my destination.  I knew better.  I gave my next campground host in Fries, VA and estimated arrival time of two or three p.m.  As it turned out, I didn't even make that.   Why?  Well there were lots

Greetings,  I hope this finds you well. These pictures and stories are not in sequence as I am trying to figure out how to blog on my phone. Joan stopped ahead of me and took this picture of me riding out of an underpass.   I passed a red smelly waterfall.  I hear there are several on the trail.  A reminder of the many abandoned iron and coal mines in the area.  This smells a little like sulfur, a sign says it is water from an old mine and is acidic and a major source of pollution. Joan is an experienced bike tourist as you can see by her neat pack.  She said keep your raincoat on top. We stopped  at a cemetery and campground in Dravo where a soldier was buried from the war of 1812 and about nine from the civil war. Is a consort a lady friend without a marriage certificate?  I have yet to google it. Once out of Pittsburgh ant it’s burbs, the trail became bluffs on one side and the river on the other. McKeesport was industrial but had a park on the trail with a nice statue of John F Ken