Over the hills, but not quite through the woods, we finally got onto Rt. 30, the Lincoln Highway, and made our way east. It was my first time riding those winding mountain roads on my own bike, and I did just fine. The last mountain on the downside is no joke, fun, but to be respected.
Here is a video on our Youtube channel of Bryon in the lead, then me, and our friend Goldilocks taking a video from behind us.
We stayed in town this time, which was so much better. Our motel was literally amidst shops and restaurants, and right at the edge of the battlefields and a national cemetery. The land was marked with gravestones of old and new, and of those who could not be identified. It was a beautiful place.
Unknown Soldier Markers
Site of the Gettysburg Address
In town we found souvenirs, even Gettysburg patches, so those were installed on our vests the day after we got home. Watchdog and Tiny had an undercover moment on some benches (maybe they're secret agents!).
We did the standard ride over to Battlefield Harley-Davidson to get unique shirts, including those with rebel flags on them - the store can make them, but they can't have the Harley-Davidson name on them due to being "offensive".
Got caught in the rain at Starbucks
Tuesday morning we started our day at McDonald's for breakfast and took a ride through the battlefields.
It was a longer day home, about 15 hours because we stopped a lot, and detoured north to visit DuBoise Harley-Davidson. By then we were whooped, but went across the street to the DuBoise Diner to eat. The long ride home along Rt. 322 was made intense when Bryon's headlight went out and he was almost hit head-on by a big truck. He lead the pack home as usual with the use of his hi-beam light, surviving dashing critters and fog on Scrubgrass road. Safe and sound. We're ready to go again!
~ Holly, a.k.a. Switchblade
