Hills seem to be getting longer and steeper as I get older. We rode 46 miles to Hillsdale, south of Albany, although I suppose I should deduct a bit for the hills I walked up. My Garmin showed 2700 feet of climbing, but I don’t think it counts the walking either. There were some fantastic downhills, but alas, they go by so quickly. It was hot and muggy, almost DC weather, but as it was only the 80s, I’ll get no sympathy from the home front.
Riding out of Albany, we passed some dramatic graffiti under an overpass.
Judging by the well preserved tombstones, I think this church was built in the 1840s. It is on a hilltop on a country road, and we pictured the yard full of horses and buggies on a Sunday morning. We have seen lots of historic markers along the way, but other than the dates in the cemetery, nothing here.
The lunch stop today was just a pull-off at a corner. The food always tastes great, there’s ice for our water bottles, and today there was also a bit of bike repair. This was not the day to have malfunctioning gears.
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