Last weekend I had made plans with NR to ride a 300k up to Middletown, PA. I stood him up. (politely)
I was feeling like I hadn't spent enough time with Teresa and spending time with Teresa is definitely one of the things that keeps me going.
HOWEVER, I devised a sneaky plan to go biking anyway- just with her. About a year ago I heard about this place:
We made a last minute decision to go, called a couple of willing friends, packed up the bikes and drove 130 miles so that we could ride 13. Whoa.
I would definitely go back in the spring and I wholeheartedly encourage anyone who's into creepy history to check it out. I expected the experience to be kinda scary, but it was not. It was actually beautiful (to me, anyway) and totally fascinating.
I just uploaded my flickr pics. Enjoy: