Day 55: Chambersburg, PA to Lancaster, PA- 82.37 miles, Total 3419.6 miles
Thanks to our new friends from yesterday’s diner, we knew the lay of the land. One climb faced us today- South Mountain. Though, nothing like it’s predecessors in terms of grade, we should have a nice gradual slope. We made it out pre 9am, which is early for us, as of recent.
Edie and I covered some amazing farm roads to start and resumed on them post climb. Apple orchards abounded and we even managed to get a few apples for ourselves. Most of the trees had been plucked clean, but plenty of pristine apples found their way to the ground below. So many, in fact, that we had our pick of hundreds of apples. As we progressed, some trees still carried a few apples. Doubtful that anyone would be going back for them now, we grabbed some for ourselves.
The quiet backroad through orchards brought us upon a man in lawn service. His mower appeared stuck in a ditch and he attempted to pull it out with a second tractor. From the look of it, to no avail. Edie asked if we should try to help him in order to scoop up some karma points. I agreed and we turned back to assist him. The task- drive the tractor to pull him out on the mower. Edie nominated me and I rose to the occasion. We saved the day.
All the while we rode just north of Gettysburg. The farms and houses we all very unique. Crafted of stone and brick, each one seemed to exude history from it’s being. We even came across a field of horses. We stopped to say hello. The young ones were very interested in us and came to the edge of the pasture to investigate. We entertained them for a bit (no wonder we never make it to our daily goals).
The terrain mellowed out, as promised by the locals. The mountains were behind us, but we still found ourselves in the motion of up and down. The towns grew closer together- all full of brick and stone houses and unique main streets. York, in particular, showcased an interesting path through town. Plenty of historic buildings and businesses kept our eyes wandering.
Shortly after York, I heard the sound of flat tire number four of the trip (two for Edie). Our Conti Gatorskins are beginning to come undone. I blew out a spot on my sidewall, but we only need them to last 2 more days! With a new tube and a bit of Tyvek as a boot, we set out for our final push.
It became another grind to get to town and in trademark fashion, we arrived in the dark. We discovered that the Courtyard lacks some of the qualities that we’ve come to adore of the Hampton Inn and Fairfield Inn. Though, tomorrow’s rain storm remains at the forefront of our minds.