Summer in a Bottle

Today was one of those wonderful end of summer days that you just can't waste... there are only going to be a few more like it this year, so you better take advantage of it.

Earlier this year, on a ride in search of an ice cream stand, we ended up at Benigna's Creek Winery just outside Klingerstown, PA. Unfortunately when we got there it was closed. So that sounded like a great destination for today's ride.

The Mahantango Valley in which Rebuck, Klingerstown, Pitman, Leck Kill, etc. are nestled has long seemed to me to be one of the more idyllic areas of Pennsylvania. Years ago when I first ventured into the Mahantango Valley, it was one of those "winter's nearly over" sort of days. Magically, once I climbed over the mountain and began to drop into the protected valley I found that Spring had already arrived there...

The trip to the Winery was great. The low-to-mid 70's temps were perfect for our mesh jackets, the sun was bright and the air clear. The winery itself was nice. A small crowd was already there, tasting and buying wine when we arrived. We got right to it! Some of the wines were excellent, particularly the Patriot Red and the Benigna's Blush which has a wonderful grapefruity flavor typical of wines made with Stueben grapes. They also had a number of really tasty fruit wines. Wine is so special... like summer caught in a bottle.

I should at this point mention that my wife Deb, is a first rate photographer and I let her take over the camera on the way home. Lets just say that a beautiful day in rural Pennsylvania is a target rich environment for her! This beautiful country church is just outside Urban, PA. I'm just not sure why it is called "Urban."

As you can see, Deb is into "artsy" pictures. I'm not even going to try to provide commentary on all of them, so here they are for your enjoyment...




On the way home we went through one of Pennsylvania's many covered bridges. This one is just below Himmel's Church just outside of Rebuck. Some of the roads near this bridge were covered with buggy tracks. There are quite a few Amish in the area.

Although it's forcasted that the temperatures will climb into the mid eighties this week, the nights are decidedly cooler. In a couple weeks the leaves will begin their annual autumn pageant, and then fall before the oncoming winter... Fortunately, we've got some summer, tightly stoppered in brightly labeled bottles of wine.

The Commute

Two days a week (sometimes 3) my job takes me to New Bloomfield, PA... the county seat of Perry County. Actually the job doesn't do it... my car or motorcycle do the actual task of taking me there.

Perry County is an interesting place. When I tell people I manage the computers and network for the Perry County government, they usually express surprise that they have computers in Perry County, which is known for being somewhat backwards. I believe it may still be the only county in Pennsylvania without any stoplights.

I have been doing their computer work for about 9 years now, during which time the network has grown from 34 PCs and 1 server to over 170 (and 20 servers)

I will forgo telling any Perry County jokes here, although most of them were told to me by people in Perry County, which illustrates how gracious and good-humored most of them are down there.

Its a 94 mile round trip each time I go to Perry. It's a varied bit of travel: stop and go through Sunbury and Shamokin Dam, a stop in Selinsgrove for an excellent cup of coffee at the Kind Cafe, a (usually) high speed blast down 11/15, and then my favorite part: turning away from the river onto Rt. 34 and the run through the woods to Newport and then another stretch of rural two lane from Newport to New Bloomfield.

I love seeing the land in different seasons and weathers. This morning the woods looked like this:





There are some cool spots along 11&15 too. McKee's Half Falls is kinda spiffy even though it's more of a rapids than "half falls." Here's the V-strom at the Half Falls rest area.



This little rest area even has a port-a-potty! Here's the "half-falls" themselves. They are more impressive in the spring when the river is up, but nice any time.

The day that fall arrived

I think today was the day that fall hit Central PA. Have you ever noticed that seasons don't slowly morph from one to another? You're cruising along through summer and suddenly one day in September, just outa' the blue, it's Fall... that day was today.

The air was cool and crisp, the sky was tumbling with broken clouds through which the brilliant, warm sun kept stabbing it's piercing rays.

Put the quilted liner into the Fieldsheer jacket and, since I don't have any real motorcycle overpants yet, put on some long underwear under my jeans. Was just about perfect for the upper 50 – low 60 temps.

As the V-Strom 650 climbed up and over Dornsife Mtn. I was afraid I had waited too long to go ride.... whereas earlier in the day the sun had been making frequent appearances, now it was quite overcast and even threatening looking. Off to the west, over the Susquehanna river, the clouds were more broken and blue sky could be seen, giving hope that the sun would reappear.




After a brief stop to pick up some electrical switches for some remodeling, I ran north on 225 into Hunter's Station and turned onto the “Low Road.” Yes, there is a “High Road” that somewhat parallels the Low Road, which I would return on later. I'm not sure which would get you to Scotland quicker, but they are both relatively quiet country two lane roads.

Having missed the road I was looking for, I suddenly came across a road that was familiar... what is known locally as the Graffiti Road. This road is pretty well covered along it's mile or two length with graffiti from the simple to the elaborate in plain white or wild colors.



I knew I was nearing the end of the graffiti road when I suddenly caught the acrid scent of hot brakes! The Graffiti Road ends at Rt. 125 partway up it's twisting, hairpin punctuated ascent of Pitman Mountain. Being this close I couldn't resist winding up and over and dropping down into the next valley... and then turning around and coming back down through the twisties a second time before heading North to catch the High Road which would take me through Gowen City and back to Trevorton.

Just before Trevorton the road crests the ridge and then does some really nice sweeping turns through an mining area before arriving at Rt. 225 in Trevorton.



Cruising along 225 towards Dornsife the sun does finally break through. As I head for home the fields are put into brilliant relief by the late evening light. Later that night it the temperature would drop down into the 30's and I know Fall is truly here.