My son is very generous with his time, and traveled with me again this year for another Father's Day adventure back at our cabin in the mountains. Turns out this weekend also incorporated Flag Day, so we enjoyed our time, and shared the spirit of the day.
Started on the overlook called Hyner View. Where there is some spectacular scenery of the north central PA mountains:
It was very windy on the point, but we found a young couple and their pups braving the winds to take our picture there with the Flag:
Much of our exploring involved scenery pretty much identical to what I posted this time last year. Here is another picture from one of the few spots along this particular trail where I could balance my Yamaha on the kick stand and step back for a picture of my son:
There is no trip to this cabin that does not involve some sort of maintenance item, and with reports of a violent hail storm last week, I was on the roof for an inspection - and to show the colors:
It needs repairs (see attached below if you are interested)
And, finally, I reached out and snapped a selfie at the end of a ridgeline we rode to on a powerline:
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Sadly, my GoPro ran out of battery early in the weekend, and I found I did not bring a proper cable to charge it. Of course, that saves there being evidence of my taking two tumbles when I was in mud ruts deeper than the pegs and caught the side and laid the bike down gracefully, while executing a safe roll, more or less avoiding most of the mud, at least from the knees up.