Why do we ride? For days like this one. We made an early start, knowing the afternoon would be hot. The ride was only 37 miles, ten easy ones, then a fair amount of climbing, as we made our way to Massillon, an old steel producing town near Canton. Fortunately, the hills weren’t too long, and they came with some great downhills and nice rollers, where you have enough momentum from the downhill to roll right up the next hill. And as I hope you can tell, the scenery along the way was lovely. Add in a comfortable lunch in the breakfast room of tonight’s hotel, a peaceful afternoon, and a fine Mexican dinner, trading stories of other biking adventures, and it was one fine day.
About half the day’s ride was still in Amish country. Hope took this photo of me pacing a horse and buggy.
I saw one, two, three, four and five horse teams in various fields along the way. Hope also took this photo, after asking permission. Since the Amish are somewhat reluctant about being photographed, I didn’t want to bring out my camera, too.
The big barrel-like green tank is holding oil pumped from the small oil well behind it. I saw several of these contraptions but didn’t know what they were until Ken explained at dinner..
We have gone from butterweed to buttercups.
Massillon reportedly has a notable football history, commemorated on this mural.
Another mural in the downtown area, this one recognizing the role of the Ohio and Erie Canal in Massillon’s history. We rode along a little of the old towpath today. Massillon was once referred to as a port, even though it is almost 90 miles south of Lake Erie.
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