In honor of Christopher Columbus getting lost, I decided to try the same strategy. Fortunately, I had a pretty good idea, in general, where I was; and like the second guy to discover America (notice my Norse heritage coming through), I found a new cool route.
The east beckoned. I had not been to York Haven/Manchester/Emigsville at all this year, and I’m not sure if I was down that way last year; but I decided to mix things up a bit and explore along the river. It was overcast and chilly, but nothing some appropriate extra clothing couldn’t handle.
The X bike has been lonely in the garage, and I was contemplating getting it out for a longer jaunt, but I’m still fixated on the new B67 on the LHT and a desire to finish breaking it in. So the LHT was it.
This is another route with hills, some big, some not so big; but I’ve finally figured out that those uber-low granny gears really do make things easier, and I’m resigned to using them more. Once down to the river, the hills disappear, and it’s level sailing for several miles.
The township and the power company have put in some improvements to the soccer complex and an adjoining nature park, so I decided to scope out potential stealth camping sites.
There is a nature area on the other side of Wago Road, so I opted to check that out as well. They patrol and close everything off at dusk, but it’s no problem either walking a bike around or getting under the gates.
I went back about 1/4 mile and found all kinds of possibilities, and was particularly excited about the leaves on the road and the lack of recent tire tracks; but the downside is the noise. The plant itself is actually louder over here, and there is a lot of heavy equipment moving material. I’m pretty sure this is a 24/7 operation.
It was time to get on with my ride and head for Manchester. Just past the plant I saw an older (than me) guy on a hybrid coming off of a gravel road along the railroad tracks. I doubled back and decided to explore this one as well, thinking that it was some sort of Norfolk Southern access road.
It turns out that “Gut Road” is a limit maintenance road that one can “travel at their own risk.” Apparently it floods out quite a bit, so they don’t bother keeping it up to snuff as much. It runs from the southern end of the plant, between the river and the railroad line, for several miles, ending at Saginaw.