Trip Log – Day 25 –Akron, OH to Norwalk, OH

150530 Akron OH to Norwalk OHMiles Today: 62

Miles to Date: 1,465

May 30, 2015 – Sun and storms and 75 degrees

 

The bank time and temperature sign registered 75 degrees before 7:00 a.m. It was going to be hot one. I had a straight shot of over 60 miles on Ohio Route 18. The first ten were the usual litany of parking lots and stores, all empty on an early Saturday morning. Then the road became a nice four-laner with a wide shoulder. I worried about the lack of local color on a busy road, but it found me anyway. I stopped to chat with a guitar-carrying hitchhiker from New York and a jolly Kiwanis member picking up litter on his stretch of adopted highway. The road turned local through Medina, the birthplace of raising bees, where I came into a throng of half marathoners at the town square finish line. Medina is a vintage Mid-west town with brick storefronts facing a landscaped square of tall trees and center gazebo. The wholesome, healthy runners reinforced that image.

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Beyond Medina the road became country, passing beautiful fields and dramatic cloud formations. They kept the temperature from climbing, but looked ominous enough to keep me pedaling to beat the storms. Forty miles in, on the outskirts of Wellington, I had my first flat of the trip. I limped my bicycle two blocks to a Subway, filled my belly before I tackled the repair, and spent a few hours waiting out a series of thunderstorms. How fortunate to have the flat and bad weather correspond with a welcome rest stop. When the sun shined steady again, I kept on toward Norwalk.

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IMG_2077I detoured to see the Lincoln Funeral train car, on display courtesy of the Lake Shore railway Association. I’m pretty sure the two local train geeks would have talked to me past dark, but I extracted myself to cycle the twenty remaining miles to Norwalk. I got town just before another big thunderstorm and spent the night with Cathy and Don Mayles, my housemate’s sister-in-law’s cousins. That may not sound like a close connection, but they treated me like family, fed me well, kept a beer in my hand, and gave me a comfortable place to sleep for the night.

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How will we live tomorrow? – Responses

How will we live tomorrow?

“We are a want society, and that’s how we’ll be tomorrow. We live on instant gratification. We cater to that.”

Colleen Thompson, Food Vendor at Kiko Auction, Palmyra OH

How will we live tomorrow?

“We’re up in age and ready to go down.”

Barbara, age 83, Altoona, PA

How will we live tomorrow?

“We’re interested in different people, and you are different.”

Alene, age 86, Altoona, PA

How will we live tomorrow?

“The longer you work, the longer you live. I guarantee, people who work to 75 live longer than people who work to 65.”

John George, Owner of George Song Shop, the Oldest Record Store in America. In Johnstown, PA since 1932.

How will we live tomorrow?

“The glass is half empty, half full. Work is about problem solving, but after work you see life’s abundance. Retirement opens up your life and you become part of it.”

Gail Evans, Retired Healthcare Consultant, Waterville, ME

How will we live tomorrow?

“I never had dreams in my life, but I wanted to live by the shore. And then, with luck, I landed a cottage on Capital Island.”

Ruth Blauer, Executive Director of Maine Association of Mental Health Services, Waterville, ME

How will we live tomorrow?

“Hopefully with concern and patience to make the right decisions.”

Corinna Owens, mother and health advocate, Boalsburg PA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’m looking to retire within three years, unless they offer a buyout, in which case I’ll grab it.”

Ed Morton, 40-year stock clerk for US Air (recently merged with American), Chippewa, PA

How will we live tomorrow?

“Plan for tomorrow, but enjoy today. I have all my financial needs worked out through 2016. Ask my wife. But if I wake up tomorrow and everything falls apart, then everything will change. Too many people bellyache about today and worry about tomorrow but they miss what’s happening now. I remember when my bays were little. Where did that time go? That’s what I want back.”

Merrill McGee, HVAC Contractor, Poland, OH

How will we live tomorrow?

“I have to get up at 4:30 in the morning and get ready to help my in-laws, who are 92 years old, move furniture.”

Mrs. Merrill McGee, Wife, Poland, OH

How will we live tomorrow? 

“I will live the tomorrow by smelling the flowers today.”

Cindy, volunteer gardener at Dr. Bob’s House, Akron, OH

How will we live tomorrow?

“Ask my wife, she’s the smart one.”

Woodie D. Goodnight, Owner, Angelo’s Pizzeria Rootstown, OH

How will we live tomorrow?

“Technology. The ups are more than the downs. It’s going to make things better.”

Ray Harris, guitar-playing hitchhiker on Route 18, Medina, OH. He took a bus from NYC to Cleveland and walked to Akron. “There’s a girl in Dayton and a new life.”

How will we live tomorrow?

“Hopefully happily.”

Ken Smith, Kiwanis member, Medina OH

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Trip Log – Day 24 – Poland, OH to Akron, OH

150529 Poland OH to Akron OHMiles Today: 60

Miles to Date: 1,403

May 29, 2015 – Sun, 85 degrees

 

Cyclists love Ohio and Ohioans love cyclists. The state has the most extensive system of rail-to-bike trails in the country, and people view us as welcome tourists rather than nuisances. Although my route today didn’t include any bike trails, people gave me wide berth, trucks slowed if necessary, and nobody honked, except for a few oncoming toots by people who wanted to wave rather than rant.

My warmshowers host Bill sent my on my way by 7:00 a.m. with a toasted egg sandwich and banana in my belly and an heirloom apple for the road. He was apologetic that the first eight miles of my ride was through a big box strip, but I accept them as an unfortunate but integral part of the United States. Our country has twice the amount of retail square feet per person than any other nation in the world – all of those aisles of stuff have to go somewhere.

IMG_2042IMG_2040Despite my good breakfast I felt peckish, so stopped at a market for a donut and stocked up on power bars. By the time I reached Canfield the road became tranquil, and when I tuned off on Route 45 the ride turned pastoral. I ate the most delicious apple I’ve ever tasted and began thirty pleasant miles along Route 18, parallel to I-76.

A sign for Kiko Auction caught my eye, so I detoured to witness the scene. Pick-up trucks lined both sides of the residential street. Colleen ran a food concession with cold pop and hot sausages. Michelle, who must be very short, staffed the registration booth from the back of a van. She explained that today’s auction was tools and basement items. Future auctions would liquidate the household items and finally, they’d sell this retiree’s house. It was a solid house in a good neighborhood, definitely not a distress sale. I asked why someone would auction their stuff rather than sell it though ads. “We’ve been in this business for seventy years, my grandfather found it. People find is easier to go to auction. We have a lot of success stories, especially among retirees.” The auction start time was almost two hours away, but Michelle had a steady stream of guys – all guys – registering to bid. She knew most of them by name, and Colleen ran a tab for a good number of them as well: traders looking for a deal.

IMG_2046  IMG_2044Sometimes I feel this trip is as much about ‘stuff’ as it is about people. We have so much, and so much of our energy is invested in making, moving, buying, using, trading, selling, and throwing it all away.

On my bike, my cravings run to food rather than possessions, and today I could not get enough. I stopped under a nice tree to devour an energy bar, and was still hungry when I came upon a young man stabbing the ‘Open’ banner in the ground in front of Angelo’s Pizza in Rootstown. It was just 11, but I stopped to enjoy a chicken parmesan sub, cole slaw, and Jojo’s, which are steak fries on steroids. Brian explained that the fryer was still warming up, so I talked to his father Woodie while I waited for really fresh, crisp fried goodness. “Where’s Angelo?” Woodie laughed. “There is no Angelo. We bought the place with that name and just kept it.” I stayed an hour while Brian set up the kitchen, Woodie’s wife ran deliveries and Woodie asked me about my trip. The food was amazing. When I went to pay, Brian nodded toward his dad, “He said no charge.”

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I rode the last twenty miles to Akron, finally satiated and grateful for the random acts of kindness that I find all about me.

IMG_2054I arrived at Mr. Bob’s House, the National Historic Landmark home of Dr. Robert Smith, one of the founders of AA, before two and got a personal tour from an inspiring volunteer guide. Then I met my Haiti friend Kim Conrad at a coffee shop, where I hung around for a few hours after she left soaking in the Akron vibe before heading to my motel for the night.

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Trip Log – Day 23 – Pittsburgh, PA to Poland, OH

150528 Pittsburgh to PolandMiles Today: 62

Miles to Date: 1,343

May 28, 2015 – Sun, 75 degrees

 

My warmshowers host, Simon, got up early, made thick oatmeal with nuts, yogurt and honey, and rode with me down the hilly streets of Pittsburgh to the Hot Metal Bridge, now a bike path across the Monongahela River. I proceeded along the Southside bicycle path with sweeping views of the early morning city to beyond the where the Allegheny and Monongahela merge to create the Ohio River. I passed back across the West Side Bridge, rode through the Manchester neighborhood, crossed back on the McKees Rock Bridge and took 51 North. Pittsburgh is all about bridges.

IMG_2029I diverted onto Neville Island, a long strip in the middle of the Ohio River that includes miles of active industry, from a cracking plant to manufacturing concerns that have flipped over to recycling enterprises. The north part of the island includes a town where residents have tight to the Ohio River.

The Ohio River actually runs north for about 25 miles out of Pittsburgh. 51 North follows the west bank; with the narrow shoulders and brusque drivers I have learned to endure in Pennsylvania. Its not that they dislike me so much as they wish this small, slow, yellow thing on the road would simply disappear. I navigate even more bridges around Monaca, Rochester and Bridgewater, and then begin the steady climb out of the valley onto high ground.

After forty miles, I pulled into a McDonalds in Chippewa for a Diet Coke and Wi-Fi break, where I met the loquacious Ed Morton and his quiet wife Crystal. Ed, a 40 year stock clerk for US Air, wanted to know all about the trip, invited me to sit with them and offered to buy me lunch, which I declined. When they finished their meal, I stood to shake Ed’s hand. He grabbed my shoulder for, dropped his hand into mine, reached for his wife, and led the three of us in a prayer circle in the McDonald’s dining room. After his “Amen”, he handed me a pamphlet, The Seven Words of the Cross. I am on the road to meet whoever crosses my path, and I am grateful for their goodwill, however expressed.

Beyond Chippewa the land started to flatten out and I knew Ohio was not far away. My directions required a turnoff just before the state line. Turns after landmarks are so much easier. I knew I missed it when I came upon Welcome to Ohio. Cyclists don’t like to turn around; guys really don’t like to turn around. Just beyond the sign was a narrow road with a sign State Line Road. I recalled my high school history of the Western Reserve and its careful survey. I decided the road probably ran north along the state line and decided to test history. The road was rocky, but never went to fully dirt. After four miles, with a quick jog at the end; I connected to the country road I had missed, which allowed me to pass another Welcome to Ohio.

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IMG_2039The rest of the afternoon was a breeze. I enjoyed a large dipped cone at Dairy Queen and arrived in Poland, a bucolic town, before time. I spent an hour in their gorgeous library and chatted to locals about tomorrow. Missy and Bill, my warmshowers hosts, prepared a tasty picnic and I played tag with their son Ash in the backyard.

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Profile Response – James Huggins, Twelve Tribes Community Cambridge, NY

HWWLT Logo on yellowI passed James sitting on his front porch on a Saturday morning. When we waved to each other, I noticed the sign about the porch and decided to stop and chat. James has lived in this Twelve Tribes Community, a large nineteenth century house on Main Street, for 22 years. The community is rooted in Acts 2:4: All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.

150515 HugginsJames describes life in the Twelve Tribes community as a matter of the heart. “The community is a container that allows each of us to see the hurtful things within us, and work toward healing.” Twenty-five people, 12 adults and 13 children, share the house, vehicles and other aspects of life. “But most important we share common struggles. I have four children. I can offer support to the new fathers. As a result, we develop faster here than in other Christian experiences. We share physical work, but the hard thing is working on spiritual problems. It’s like a dance. Not ballet, a tap dance.”

How will we live tomorrow?

“People want to escape reality. That’s what movies and TV do. All we know is hard work and entertainment and we think of them as separate until we see a different reality. Only then do we lose our desire to escape.”

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Trip Log – Day 22 –Johnstown, PA to Pittsburgh, PA

150527 Johnstown to PittsburghMiles Today: 72

Miles to Date: 1,281

May 27, 2015 – Rainy then sunny, 75 degrees

 

I woke in The Flood City to learn about extensive flooding in Texas and Oklahoma. I called my brother in OKC to make sure everyone was okay and then tucked into my favorite budget motel breakfast: flip waffles! Actually, I had two. Since I was facing 72 miles plus 4,500 feet of vertical rise plus a forecast of rain, I also downed a few other carb intensive treats. I rolled out of Johnstown by 6:30 a.m., which meant pedaling up, up, and up; five miles of steady rise. The higher I went, the nicer the towns. Westmont PA has an interesting mix of contemporary and traditional houses, and incredible trees lining the main road.

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The first twenty miles of my ride were long climbs and dives through deep forests. Rain was sporadic, then steady when I went through the attractive town of Ligonier. The rain slowed down as I merged with U.S. 30, which proved a poor road for cycling. The combination of narrow, sometimes grooved, shoulders, inpatient drivers, road construction and Pennsylvanians’ love for Dodge Ram pick-ups made the stretch to Greensburg nerve wracking. I stopped at the Americans for Prosperity Foundation to ask my question, but no one was in their office. Out making money, I guess.

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I made a wrong turn in Greensburg and wound up back on 30, when I wanted to be on 130. I wound up in maze of big box stores before navigating to 130 West; a better road, though drivers were no happier to share this road with me than the others. Nearer to Pittsburgh, the number of declining hillside towns and immense industrial shells is amazing. A gigantic former factory at Turtle Creek advertised an interesting concept: indoor storage for RV’s, boats and other big things.

My starchy breakfast gave me the stamina to persevere, but I craved something fresh and crunchy. I discovered a vintage green grocer, bought a banana, apple, and bag of grapes; and sat on a crate enjoying my juicy lunch and trying to engage the clerk about tomorrow.

IMG_2024I had one other direction snafu closer to Pittsburgh and wound up scaling more hills than I cared, yet still arrived at Rivers of Steel Heritage Site in Homestead just after two. Corinne Bechtel, Director of Tourism, gave me an overview of their mission: to preserve a few remaining steel related structures and celebrate the variety of Pittsburgh attributes that resulted from the steel industry; immigration, architecture, food, and culture. After our interview and reviewing exhibits at the Bost Building, Corinne toured me through the Homestead Steel Works Pump House and Carrie Furnaces. The scale of the enterprise was mammoth, the remnants incredible, and Corinne’s tour a delight.

It was after five by the time I climbed up, up, up yet again to get to my warmshowers host’s home for the evening, a bit frazzled and tired, but satisfied. Simon and Melanie fed me delicious Mexican food while their 4-year old son Elliot induced me to log roll down their lawn before he went to the bed and the adults discussed tomorrow.

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Profile Response: Charlie Welch, Dave Stiger, and Marianne Barthel, Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center

HWWLT Logo on yellowGood bones are as important to appropriate architecture as they are to good health. When I was part of the design team for Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center (DHMC) over 25 years ago, we were rigorous in organizing the 1.4 million square foot complex along a three-story sky lit spine. Today, the central campus contains about 2 million square feet (plus DHMC’s satellite facilities in other cities) yet the complex’s straightforward organization makes it easy to navigate and pleasant to maneuver. DHMC was one of the first ‘medical mall’ facilities in the country, and is still among the best. Nevertheless, the design shortcomings we argued about years ago – that the main stair was too narrow and didn’t descend to the lowest level – are still the first complaints I hear. Reinforcing Frank Lloyd Wright’s observation that, “A doctor can bury his mistakes, an architect can only advise his client to plant vines.” A plant wall might be a more fitting terminus to DHMC’s mall than a stair that no one can use.

imgresI’ve visited DHMC several times since it opened in 1991, but wanted to visit with the perspective of ‘How will we live tomorrow.’ Charlie Welch, Director of Operational Services; Dave Stiger, Director of Project Management and Construction, and Marianne Barthel, Arts Program Coordinator; met with me to discuss how the facility has adapted and changed, and what they see for tomorrow.

Charlie explained with within ten years of opening, DHMC needed to expand clinical, diagnostic and treatment capabilities. The ‘Project for Progress’ opened in 2003 and 2004, adding MR’s, OR’s and other diagnostics, as well as increased outpatient treatment, cancer care, and cancer research capacity. More recently, growth has been beyond the central campus, with outpatient facilities in Keene, Manchester, Concord, Nashua, and St. Johnsbury, VT. Now, with population growing, and aging, DHMC has the complementary pressure of too few inpatient beds.

IMG_1829They have managed to add 40 beds through creative space juggling, but there is no easy way to add a significant number without building the third inpatient wing envisioned in the original master plan – at today’s cost of about $200 million.

Chris described how DHMC responds to changes in resource availability. The original campus was powered by oil. They were on the cusp of switching over to wood chip incineration when the natural gas boom occurred. So, they switched to compressed natural gas. They are investigating switching over to liquid natural gas, possibly sharing a central distribution facility with nearby Dartmouth College. Dave’s group investigates renewables like wind and solar on every project, but to date, they have not demonstrated acceptable payback periods.

IMG_1833While Charlie and Dave keep people warm and dry, Marianne’s focus is on elevating everyone’s experience – staff, patients and visitors alike. She oversees a program of performances, permanent and rotating art. The day I visited, the extensive Audubon print collection (gift of Mary and Laurance Rockefeller) shared the main lobby with a display of staff art and Frank Logan, a volunteer pianist for over twenty years, filled the space with piano standards.

How will we live tomorrow?

“In healthcare, it will be a challenge as we get older and our expenses rise to accommodate end-of-life care. We are designing a 12-bed palliative care (hospice) facility. Visiting nurses, aging in place, are encouraging steps. We do not need to be the end all here on this campus. We are starting telehealth programs that link doctors to patients for routine care from their homes, and also support more acute patients in smaller hospitals. Our Link Transfer Center will allow EMS teams to identify a regional hospital with the appropriate care and bed space. Hospital census will be spread across the region.” Charlie Welc

“The cost of solar is decreasing. It may be viable on future projects.” Dave Stiger

imgres-1“Aesthetics and art in all of its forms are integral to tomorrow. We have an extensive art collection, but it is all in public areas. If you’re an inpatient here for weeks, you may not enjoy any of it. We want to bring art to the patient room. We’re looking at digital frames with a rotating collection of images. Patients will also have the option to personalize them if they have pictures of family or friends they want to see.” Marianne Barthel

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Trip Log – Day 21 –Altoona, PA to Johnstown, PA

Altoona JohnstownMiles Today: 46

Miles to Date: 1,209

May 26, 2015 – Overcast, 65 degrees

I rose early to tackle the Allegheny Ridge, the steep incline that differentiates the Allegheny Mountains to the east and the Allegheny Plateau to the west. My warmshowers host, Deb, was already up with the morning edition of the Altoona Mirror, which included the article about my cross-country trip!

Feeling famous, I rolled out of town, past Reighard’s, America’s oldest gas station, in operation since 1909. I began to climb and passed several reservoirs. Altoona has a huge water supply system, the legacy of being a locomotive manufacturing center and the primary place where steam engines were ‘refueled’. If they can find a way to send their excess water to California, it might help both regions.

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I started the long ascent up to Horseshoe Curve, where the railroad tracks form a tight ‘U’ against the mountain. Unlike most cities, Altoona is not built along a river. It was founded as a staging point to build the railroad across the Alleghany Ridge, and the most impressive achievement is Horseshoe Curve, which opened in 1854. I got there shortly after seven and was able to watch a long train navigate the graceful arc. Then I pedaled the much steeper road to the top of the ridge, an arduous combination of New England incline and Pennsylvania length.

images-3Once I reached the ridge, I had twenty easy miles, though I was never far from a train. The roads followed the crenulated terrain, while the sinuous lines of steel ran mostly out of sight. Whistles and brakes screeched out of the woods as frequent as birdsong. Every few miles the blacktop weaved under the tracks through a narrow tunnel.

The day was grey with occasional sprinkles, which made hillsides towns like Gallitzin and South Fork look as dreary as The Deer Hunter, which was set in this part of Pennsylvania. I had another long climb approaching Johnstown, and then the steepest descent of my trip yet – white knuckle braking on a 14% grade right into downtown. I landed in town just after 11 a.m., which was good because the sprinkles turned into a steady rain. Fortunately, my most challenging riding of the day was behind me.

The sky cleared and I had an afternoon meeting with Bob Layo, Executive Director of the Johnstown Chamber of Commerce, to talk about tomorrow in a town of declining population and opportunity. Afterwards I enjoyed a late lunch at the 24-hour luncheonette, Coney Island: a hot dog, slathered in mustard, chili and sauerkraut; a sundowner, hamburger with chili, cheese and a fried egg; and a signature cookie stuffed with raisins. Total bill: $6.10. Then I rode around downtown and stopped by George’s Song Shop, the oldest record store in America (1932) to ask George about tomorrow.

A Johnstown joke: What has six arms, six legs, and six teeth?

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Answer: The graveyard shift at the Coney Island.

 

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Profile Response: Josh Trought of D Acres Farm, Dorchester, NH

HWWLT Logo on yellowDinner at D Acres Permaculture Farm in Dorchester, NH is an informal, collective affair. When the bell rings, quests and staff arrive at the dining area as they can. I was midway through a delicious meal when Josh Trought, founder of D Acres, filled his plate and entered into the general conversation. At one point he turned to me, “I’d like to sit and talk about your question, but I have a few things to do after dinner. Why don’t you tag along, and we’ll talk when we’ve finished, if we’re not too tired.”

images-4After we put up our dishes, Josh showed me the summer kitchen and greenhouse en route to scalding four turkeys. “We have too many wild turkeys here, and they have few predators anymore. It’s turkey hunting season, so we get a few every day.” I watched as Josh and two staff dipped the turkeys in a vat of hot water and plucked their feathers. The showy creatures looked pretty pathetic when bald. Then, they hauled the carcasses into the kitchen to gut and prepare them for freezing. Six or eight people were involved now, staff and guests alike. I watched the first two, but fatigue trumped curiosity and I realized I was too exhausted to engage Josh in a meaningful conversation, so I went to bed.

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The next morning I was up before group breakfast. While I ate on my own, I perused Josh’s book and found a passage that not only describes potent ideas about tomorrow, and also illustrate how I watched him operate. I realized that he had answered my questions through his actions, rather than in words. Josh will live tomorrow much as he does every day: continue to create the sustainable farm and education center he describes in his book, The Community-Scale Permaculture Farm.

How will we live tomorrow?

imgres“The mainstream perspective demeans manual labor, minimizing the importance of people’s efforts to provide their own essential needs. Success in our culture means freedom from the responsibilities of the natural world…. At some point soon our education and culture must revalue physical work. We need a higher percentage of the population to engage as farmers and shepherds in mutual relationship with plants and animals. The cultivation of food is an act of care for the people and land, rooted in history and cognizant of the future, that requires the presence of human labors. It is through these empowering and enabling physical exertions that we can maintain our connection toward each other and nature.”

Josh Trought, The Community-Scale Permaculture Farm

 

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Trip Log – Day 20 – State College, PA to Altoona, PA

State College AltoonaMiles Today: 42

Miles to Date: 1,163

May 25, 2015 – Sunny, 80 degrees

 

I got on the road before eight for a sweet ride to Altoona. Even on short days, clocking miles in the morning is always best. For the first ten miles I had plenty of company; there were more cyclists and runners in health-conscious State College than vehicles on this postcard perfect holiday morning. The next ten miles took me through beautiful rolling countryside and into the village of Spruce Creek, where I enjoyed a breakfast break along a shady spot on the road overlooking the Juanita River while fly fishermen in waders stood silently flipping their lines into the stream.

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IMG_1997Kettle Road is a slow, steady climb past limestone caves and stately stone farms. The road gains in grade until it opens up to reveal the City of Altoona, and then it dives into town.

 

 

 

imgresI spent some time at the original Sheetz, a PA convenience store chain that started in Altoona and is universally described s ‘very good gas station food’. After a bit of blog time, I arrived at my warmshowers hosts’ home.

The best way to describe Deb Greene is simply to say the world would be a better place if there were more like her. When I knocked on the door of her typical Altoona row house she exclaimed, “My cyclist is here!” She directed me to the shower, and when I returned downstairs, clean, introduced me to the family members assembled for a Memorial Day picnic: mother, daughter, granddaughter, sister, boyfriend, boyfriend’s son, daughter and husband, nieces, nephew. Pretty much every kind of relation within modern families gathered around the deck eating, drinking and talking. They all welcomed me, asked about my adventure and reveled me with tales of Altoona.

I asked Deb where she liked to cycle. “Oh, I don’t cycle. I ski and kayak. I just signed up to host on warmshowers because I like people.”

About two hours in, on my second dessert, Kelly Chernetich, reporter for the Altoona Mirror showed up. Deb had called the paper, told them they should interview us, and Kelly came right over. After the media left, I switched to Yuengling and we kept talking until the sun set.

IMG_1998Places like Altoona, declining rust belt cities with houses so close you can touch your neighbors, are easy to dismiss as economic has-beens, populated by people who stay put to maintain family ties rather than chase economic brass rings. In my travels, I’ve spoken with many people who seek a stronger sense of community in their tomorrow. But at Deb Greene’s in Altoona, community thrives and passing cyclists are invited to join in.

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