Aaaaaand here's the second page. To go back you can click here or, y'know, hit the back button like everyone else (or hit backspace if you prefer to use the keyboard like me).
This bridge was particularly impressive to me, due to its sheer size. I mean, look at how far away the next biker is, and he's still on the bridge too!
What a beast.
Ah hah, there are those cows! I like how you can tell that the cows never hang out with the bikers, because the grass near the fence is so scruffy.
This really depressed me, going under this highway. It really broke the mood, you know?
As we got nearer to Abington the trail became more and more... golfy? Does that explain it?
Ah, Virginia, what great signs they have. These certainly aren't the worst I've seen, but they do make you stop for a second.
This train was hauling, I was really surprised that this pic turned out. Notice how many engines it has.
Patty watching the train cars fly by. Check out the super rusty fire hydrant.
This crap was ridiculous. A pedestrian stoplight? Seriously? It didn't help that the trail cut straight through a golf course.
Rich red and yellow dirt, under a brilliant blue sky. We really couldn't have asked for a prettier day.
Biking back towards the beastly bridge. Notice the slight incline: getting back to Damascus took a lot more energy.
They had just started cutting hay, if I recall correctly.
Patty, being a man by riding with no handlebars. Very fast.