Last weekend was somewhat nice-ish in the weather department. Not exactly balmy, but pleasant, so we headed off on Bonnie to explore the Delaware Water Gap.
That turned into a little bit longer of a ride than expected. After eons an hour or so on the superhighway of boredom we turned off on a little country highway and rode through rather pretty country until we found ourselves at the bottom of the park, and at the bottom of some nifty little rocky mountains. They're steep! We TFL thought about turning back at that point because I had to work, but what would be the point of trekking all the way out there without actually seeing the park? No point at all. So we set off down the old mine road (really, Old Mine Road), avoiding potholes masquerading as bodies of navigable water and enjoying the utter woodsy charm of it all.
I thought this house was funny because it was so tall and narrow, but sitting all by itself on its hill.
I also liked the squiggly artwork in front.
Eventually we figured out that the charm had abruptly worn off when we took a wrong turn somewhere and left the park without quite realizing it, going down the road of people with too much money and giant plastic houses. Yech. Back we went, retracing our route until we found our wrong turn and going back up the park. A few more wrong turns here and there were interspersed with sights of fly fishermen standing in the clearest stream, and glimpses of of long rolling valleys falling away from us.
And an iris, when I had just been lamenting to my parents that I hadn't seen any of them out here, and I missed them. It was pretty, but not as spectacular as some I used to have. Remember the purple ones the approximate size of soccer balls?
In all we were probably riding for 3 days eight hours (TFL sometimes forgets to stop) and had a blast, but we've I've come to the conclusion there are two investments we need to make in the bike this summer. One is a little compass that will fit unobtrusively on the bike, and the other is a fleece for the seat. The shocks on the Bonnie aren't quite world class. Neither are New Jersey roads.
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