Wow, what a week that was! My friend decided last year to host a gathering of runners and ex-runners who have been part of an internet-based group for over 20 years (so, yeah, we’re all older now and that kind of explains the ex-runners…). We met up in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, and had a wonderful weekend of it. My head is still kind of reeling from all the people, stories, and photos!
One of the things I love about Lancaster (and this is my third visit since 2017!) is how very photogenic everything is!
One of the group activities was a driving tour around Amish country. Which led to horse and buggy meeting a Tesla sedan and two other cars on a one-lane road.
Sunday’s group walk/run was on a route with two covered bridges, so I convinced the cyclist in the group to pose for this shot. Was thinking of my nephew, Tim, as I took it (and check out @SoCalBikePT on instagram if you are a cyclist!).
Monday, it was time to pull up the stabilizers and head out. Into the rain. All day. Pulled into a spot at a campground in Western Pennsylvania just in time for the sun to come out. Stupid weather.
Tuesday morning, I went out early in the morning to see the Flight 93 National Memorial. I hadn’t realized I would be within a half-hour of it, so I called an audible and drove there before starting the day’s trek west. I can’t do it justice in a paragraph; it deserves a separate, sobering post.
Today, I’m heading west. Also doing that on Thursday. And Friday. And Saturday… I should make it to the Denver area by Tuesday, and then be based in CO until the end of July. I’m definitely looking forward to less humidity and more mountains.
It is more important to click with people than to click the shutter.