Friday, June 29, 2018

Lake Chautauqua, NY

Sunday, June 24th, we went for it - a ride into New York to Mayville by Lake Chautauqua, just north of Jamestown. The forecast (as usual around here) called for a chance of rain at home and definitely up there.

So, we left Hermitage in the morning, around 9am I think, and headed out on State Route 62 out toward Sandy Lake. But I planned on riding Rt. 173 north so we stayed on 956 like going to Franklin, and that intersects with 173. North we went. And it got cloudier. And darker. An a few more roads and turns later we met up with a drizzle. Drizzle turned to rain, and slowed down our ride, but it didn't stop us. And across the state border into New York we rode.

What did stop us was when I came to a point (see way back in this photo in the upper left) where Route 408 turned right or kept going north. We pulled over on the road so I could be sure which direction to take - we were on the right path! The rest of the group took the opportunity to put on rain gear because riding in the cold rain in a t-shirt can kind of suck!


We don't take the Interstates on our rides. We kick back and stay out for 12-14 hours enjoying the adventure, as Bones like to do (adventure meaning getting a little lost and making random U-turns, etc.). One thing I do when leading is make up a route, but by no means stick to it if I see any problems, and when you're going where you've never been, that's just fine.

If you go the back roads, make your way to Corry, PA, which you can get to easily on State Route 6. Head north on Route 426, and make sure you have your helmet on because you'll reach the state line in no time. And by NO MEANS make a right turn onto State Line Road! Where it meets with 426 it's giant boulder-size gravel, I swear! That was the turn I needed to make, but no way; that's what I mean by being flexible. Follow 426 to Route 474 and turn right, and stay on 474 to the town of Panama, and turn left/north onto North Street. Stay on this road until you reach the T at Route 394 - turn left (which isn't easy) and you'll find restaurants, Boxcar Barney's, and a park. Then you can keep going and circle the lake back down to Jamestown.


We stopped at the Chautauqua Harbor House. It's a small-town diner with typical food, and decorated in a manor not found in big box restaurants. It's a unique experience. We ordered everything from crab cake sandwiches to fish sandwiches to meatloaf and mashed, to burgers and burgers and burgers!

We got lucky in that just before arriving in Mayville, the sky cleared and it never rained the entire time we were there, even though the weather called for 80% chance of rain.



Our next stop was at the park that is literally up the road on the right. It's a nice large park with a playground at one end, pavilions, and at the opposite end is a large open area with lots of benches for just sitting to enjoy the air and lake view. And that's what we did. After all that sitting, this was different; a breeze kicked up and the are was fresh. It was beautiful. 



At the bench end, away from the playing kids, there were interesting things to see, like this old car ferry that sits by the boat dock. It doesn't run. A group is trying to raise funds to repair it, and it's still sitting on the rail tracks to launch it into the water. 


I think we stayed here about 45 minutes. The sky was getting cloudier and darker from the north. Luckily, right across the street was Boxcar Barney's Ice Cream, so we mounted our horses and went over there. 


 Here we are eating ice cream. They had it all from cones to sundaes to floats and milkshakes. They also serve upscale organic food sandwiches if you're hungry for food too. 


No sooner were we done with the ice cream when you could see rain on the far side of the lake. We packed it up and hit the road back home. It took us about 4 1/2 hours to get there. Like I said, we don't ride fast and enjoy the ride and stopping to dilly dally. The trip home was good too. We got back to Corry and took Route 6 west and then kept following more familiar routes until we got back to Mercer. We stopped to bullshit at Country Fair, and then said our goodbyes, mounted the horses again and slowly peeled off to our relative homes. It was a great day! Even with riding in the rain, it was good, maybe even more enjoyable because it was different from fair weather riding. Anyway, here are more pictures from the park. Go check it out sometime.

~ Holly, a.k.a. Stitchblade


















Monday, June 18, 2018

World Famous Horseshoe Curve



Sunday, June 17th, we rode out to the Horseshoe Curve in Altoona, Pennsylania. Big Meanie and me, Hammer and Bones, Tiny and Goldilocks, and that crazy bastard Tater Chip. What and where, you say? Well, we heard about it from Barry, a member of the V-Twin Cruisers; he was adamant that we had to check it out sometime.


The Horseshoe Curve was opened to east-west railroad traffic in 1854, so why hadn't we heard of it? Because it doesn't obviously impact our lives today like it did when it transported people as well as coal and goods. But there it still stands, a feat of human engineering, wrapping itself around a reservoir because it was not allowed to be constructed over the water which was the main source of drinking water for the local population.





Getting there is not too bad. From the west, we took Rt. 422 east until it hit Rt. 22, and then we were supposed to turn left onto Tunnel Hill Street. Yeah, right. There was no signage, so we missed it, and as the directional signs for Altoona faded, we found ourselves 19 miles too far east and had to turn around at a country crossroads. Having to stop twice or so to figure directions can feel like ten times. Taking Frankstown Road closer to Altoona, we stopped, regrouped, and gave directions to Goldilocks so that Tiny could lead us (Goldilocks was the only passenger, and much thanks to them for being able to read the road turns and get us there).

The Curve has two tracks so that trains can go in opposing directions (one is uphill, the other then downhill, with the downhill heading east because it had always been the direction from which coal from the west was delivered to the east). Upon arrival, there were indeed two trains running in each direction! And the visitor center sits in the pretty little valley amidst the curve of the tracks at the head of the reservoir.


We took a breather, then entered the shop and museum. It's $8 to get in, which includes the visit inside the museum and a ride on the small incline up the hill where visitors can sit track-side and wave at the train engineers and watch the cars go by. The engineers always blow the horns and wave; it reminds me of when my mom, dad, and I lived in Youngstown on Logan Way, and we would cross the tracks located between Logan and Albert Street - back then in the early 1970s, there were men who worked in the shacks up high by the railroad crossings. I was just two or three then and my dad would slow down so I could wave at the man who was working, and he'd always wave back smiling.

Inside the museum is a relief map of the area and historical information not only on the Horseshoe Curve tracks, but the significance they played in 1800s commerce in the United States, the competition for moving goods, and the hell that played out for the commercial businesses who had grown other transport businesses on the rivers and canals. There were rich men who built the tracks and related industries, and there were poor workers who did the dirty work. The end result was winners and losers among the task of moving the stuff of production.



You can walk up the hill too, and down. I chose to walk both ways, and if you do, there are souvenir pins in the shop to show you did it! Oh, and they also have other pins and you guessed it - PATCHES!  It's a really nice site, and worth supporting. If you get there early, you can purchase admission to both the Curve and the train museum located in Altoona, but it's a same day deal (I think).





I haven't talked about food yet, so what kind of biker would I be if I didn't? We started off at Starbucks in Hermitage for a quick breakfast, then all along the way we snacked at every gas stop - Jimmy Stix, peanut butter whoopie pies, coconut whoopie pies, Mt. Dew, Mexican Mocha coffee, water, lemon pie, and who knows what else! But our main dinner objective was Smokin' Toads BBQ in Sarver, PA.






We had to get to Rt. 356 west. I had it all planned out, 22 back to 422, and south on Rt. 159 through Yellow Creek State Park. This went well. Then it was all out adventure from there! Part way into the park, there was an ambulance down by the water with the police - someone was hurt, and as we rounded the next bend, a fire truck blocked the road sideways. As we stopped, a life flight helicopter was coming in and landed to the left by the red truck pictured. After a few minutes, we were allowed to pass through.



To get to 356, we had to take Rt. 56 to Apollo, PA, but I wanted to take OLD Route 56. I saw one sign when we got to Homer City and was totally lost from there. I was leading on this return trip, so had to keep pulling the group over or into parking lots to look at the Google map. Ugh. But like Bones says, it's fun to get lost and good bonding time. After realizing that Old 56 was a no go, we went back north to 422 and found new 56, and that was a nice ride into Apollo. Then confusion again. We crossed the bridge that goes to the tracks that run in front of the old creepy hotel in the hillside. I new we were supposed to turn immediately after the tracks, but, well, that finally happened. That's a sharp right that immediate goes uphill, Orr Avenue. In a few minutes we were at 356 and headed north-isa.

Stopping for gas in Sarver, we were 2.4 miles from the BBQ joint, and made it there at 8pm (they closed at 9). I had called from the Curve to make sure they were open, and when we did get there late, they had a table all reserved for us and set for dinner!!! How about that? So we sat down, ordered, and boy, the coffee was a life saver for me and Hammer. I had the pulled pork mac-n-cheese bowl - delicious! Everyone else had some sort of meat from burgers to ribs to sausage. It was worth the time getting there and such a nice place with a very welcoming greeting from the owner and waitresses.

Well, go on out there sometime. Go anywhere! But check out these places when you can, and have fun. Here are a few more pics from the trip.

~ Holly, a.k.a. Switchblade

The big burger cowboy

A historic building track-side at the Curve

Trailers coming through on the train, with graffiti

Another sign

Me, Bones, and Hammer

Me and Bryon; with a DIRTY road face!

The breather

A rocky substrate by the tracks