Sunday Ride
Today, around 12:00 at church, my Facebook Messenger dinged. I swear I have turned off notifications but I think every time it does an update, it reverts back. In this case it was helpful because it gave me a heads up that I might have missed. A couple I have know for close to a decade who I don't see as often as in times past (we attend different churches and other variables) let me know that they were heading to my part of Lancaster County to ride their bikes on the rail-trail along the Susquehanna river. "Heck, yeah," I thought, "I am in." It was a beautiful early Spring morning/afternoon. On the cool side, pristine, and sunny. A perfect combination on the WTO (Weather To Order) touchscreen. This couple is younger and fitter than I, but the rail-trail is is only at a slight grade incline on the way up. We did go off trail for 5-6 miles in search of the White Cliffs of Conoy only to find the road to it closed and blocked with signage stating that tresp