Before leaving town we cycled by several notable houses, the Golden Plough Tavern (1741), the General Horatio Gates House (1751), and the Barnett Bobb House, also known as the Old Log House.
Our ride south started 3 blocks from our hotel. York Heritage Trail is a National Recreation Trail rail-with-trail in
built in 1999; it connects with the Northern Central Railroad Trail in Maryland. During the Civil War, the railroad was a
target of the Confederate Army before the Battle of Gettysburg. The Confederate
Army’s troops tried to isolate the Union's capital by
damaging the railroad, telegraph wires and bridges. On November 18 and 19,
1863, President Lincoln traveled on the railroad and stopped at Hanover
Junction before giving the Gettysburg Address.
The York Heritage rail trail took us south to the
& Maryland border. In York
the trail was torn up requiring a short detour before we actually got on the
tail. To the Maryland
line the trail has a slight incline and is crushed stone, making us work a
litter harder than we hoped. In the town
we saw a sign that claimed this area made the first commercial ice cream in the
Seven Valleys United States
and was shipped on the railroad that became the trail. Unfortunately, none was to be enjoyed.
During our ride on the
section of the trail we endured gentle rain showers which stopped by the time
we reached New Freedom, PA. This was the end of the Heritage Trail and the
beginning of the North Central Trail.
New Freedom houses an excursion train.
John, one of the volunteers that keep the train functional gave us a
tour of the rail cars and allowed us into the engine house to view the steam
locomotive. At the edge of town is the
former Summers Canning. A mural
depicting scenes from the Summers Canning Company is displayed on a building next
to the trail.
Leaving New Freedom, the rain got heavier and the trail had a nice down grade as we headed south. The faster we went the wetter and muddier we got. By the time we reached the end of the trail and paved roads, we were a mess. We found some large water puddles in the trail head parking lot and washed our legs and then our bikes. We were like two kids playing in the water.
Cycling on the roads meant cycling in civilization. We stopped for lunch in a family run Greek restaurant and were treated like part of the family. During our ride into
we passed plant, Pimlico Race Track,
Timonium Fair Grounds, historic Lutherville, Joe’s Bike Shop in McCormick Hunt
Valley , the zoo, and the Mt.
Washington . Near the zoo, Chris, a local cyclist, stopped
to chat and decided to be our tour guide as we headed to our hotel. Chris, works nights as a surgical nurse and
was out riding his vintage bicycle. He
shared local lore and pointed out many sites.
We were cycling the Trolley
trail and about 3 miles from our hotel we passed a female runner with a nice
stride. We always thought that cycling
was faster then running. However, she
passed us numerous times and, after 3 miles, was firmly ahead of us. I would say that she beat 2 old men, but
Chris was only 28. That woman should be
heading for the Olympics. Jones Falls