Some heard the noise first. Some saw it first. Too close. And then a fireball in the distance. The rescuers rushed to the site. But there were no rescues to be done. A wing-shaped crater. Scorched trees. Lots of very small debris. All on board had perished. Another tragedy on a day filled with them. And for those first to respond, the question remained: How was this connected to the scenes in NY and Washington?
Striking up a conversation with our neighbors in Somerset, we heard about the beautiful biking trail nearby called the Great Alleghany Passage. Connecting Pittsburgh to the C&O Canal over converted railway right of way, the trail was level, wide, mostly shaded and incredibly scenic. We were eager to give a part of it a try.
The crushed gravel trail was a smooth ride, paralleling the Casselman River for miles. Rest stops were easy to find, and water and restrooms were available as well. We made our way past several mile markers, enjoying the scenery and the exercise. Since we had to retrace each mile we travelled to return to our starting point, we were trying to decide how far to go. There was a viaduct that looked interesting that was 10 miles from our start. Another mile and a half was the town of Meyersdale, which had a history museum and a small store that looked interesting.
After a week in western PA, we accepted an invitation to visit with Steve and Linda in Poquoson. Arriving on a Sunday, we were able to catch each other up on our summer adventures, including their recent Bay sailing trip. However, by Monday, Maria was raising concerns about her track. If she headed on her westernmost track or turned late, Steve’s yard would flood and we would be in a bad spot. We decided to pull out on Tuesday and head to Williamsburg for a few days.