I might have titled this “Some Trails
are Better than Others” or “Some Adventures are Fun, Some Not So Much.” It all
started with an intention of touring the Gertrude Hawk Candy factory. This is
an open house they do once per year and they give samples and sell seconds. I
knew this would be well attended but it was more like a zoo. It was much too
crowded for my taste and patience. Not only that but I gave up chocolate almost
a year ago and just wanted to see the machinery. I know, I am a geek. After the
tour I planned on a ride.
On the way to the factory I saw a
nature trail I was not familiar with. Since I have already ridden every trail I
was aware of in the area, I had to investigate. The weather was nice and with
the skipped tour I had plenty of time. The trail is called the Dunmore
Reservoir #1 Nature Trail. It was a small reservoir and the hand painted sign
did not hold much promise. I was here however. The same water company has a
very nice walking trail around Lake Scranton, sadly no bikes. I found a woman
walking a dog and asked if
bikes were allowed. She said yes; good enough for
me. There were signs about walking and no motor vehicles but no mention of
bikes.
I grabbed my bike and started riding.
The first couple of hundred yards had a surface of soft mulch. I shifted into
lower gear and proceeded. The trail then turned to a more natural surface
complete with plenty of roots and rocks. About half way around the trail
crossed the small stream feeding the reservoir. There was no bridge, just
stepping stones. The creek bed was much too rough for my hybrid and I suspected
slippery. I carried my bike across. More rocks and roots on the other side.
After barely a mile I was almost around. I understood why I had not heard of
this trail.
As I approached the dam near where I
started the trail passed below the dam. As the trail started down it quickly
became quite steep. I applied my brakes without any slowing of the bike.
Instead my bike simply became more of a sled as it slid off the loose rocks and
leaves. I thought I need to get off the bike. No sooner did I think this than I
found myself off the bike by way of a trip over the handlebars. Other than a
scuff on my calf and a bigger scuff on my ego there was no serious damage.
Back at the car I started toward my
planned ride of the day. As I was driving I was thinking that was the first
spill I had on my bike as an adult, not counting a few on ice. I got home and
added studded snow tires for my bike to my Christmas list.
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Stepping stones to cross creek |
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Hand Painted Sign |
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Dam Outflow |
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Nice Picnic Spot |
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Leaves hiding the rocks and roots |
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Dunmore #1 |