ALL TRAILS LEAD TO ICE CREAM

It's almost impossible to replicate a mountain bike ride...but yesterday, I tried my very best to do just that.  Tim, Glenn, Matt, and I met at Pine Grove Furnace State Park for the last mid-week ride of the summer.  The other night I texted each of the guys and asked them to let me know what trail or section of the forest they wanted to ride.  From there, I planned on piecing together something for everyone.  Glenn requested a repeat of a ride that he, Matt, and I did a few weeks ago (minus the "getting temporarily lost" section).  Sounded like a plan. Group shot after riding Grave Ridge.  Tim Sindlinger, Dave Raymond, Glenn Medice, and Matt Linnane. -- August 15, 2017 I'm not sure if there really is such a thing as a "perfect" ride...but Glenn, Matt, and I came pretty close three weeks ago. While attempting to show Matt some of the ATV trails that run along Piney Mountain Ridge, we ended up revisiting trails that Glenn and I hadn't been on ...

For centuries, people from all over the world have traveled to the Bedford Springs for different reasons...each hoping to find their idea of treasure.  Some came for rejuvenation, others for healing, some for escape...but for me and the kids I grew with, Davey Lewis' Cave is what first lured us there.  The story of Davey Lewis fascinated me as a kid..."the Robin Hood of Pennsylvania"...who robbed from the rich to help the poor.  Some saw him as a criminal..others as an "equalizer."  Legend has it that he would hide out and escape through a series of caves located near the Bedford Springs Hotel and that part of his treasure might still be there.  What kid wouldn't want to search that cave?  On more than one occasion, I've visited Davey's cave in woods on the other side of Shober's Run with Jake, Robbie, Beau, and other neighborhood kids  hoping (but never finding) whatever it might have been that Davey Lewis left behind. Taking a break and do...

Anyone who knows me well could tell you that, along with family, friends, biking, (and yes...ice cream), one of my biggest passions is history.  I've hit the jackpot in numerous ways:  First, I married an amazing woman who loves experiencing and visiting historical sites with me.  Second, I am one of those fortunate souls whose job (I teach American History) is also one of my passions.  Finally, the aforementioned job affords me time in the summer to ride my bike, spend time with family and friends, and feed my "inner-nerd."  Just follow the red bricks!  My starting point (Bunker Hill) on Boston's Freedom Trail . -- July 19, 2017 I've only been to Boston, Massachusetts one other time....I was an 18 year old college freshman and I went on a bus trip with a large group.  I can't even begin to think what my passions were at that point in my life.  All that I can remember from that first, and up until recently, only time I was in Bost...