Before heading back up to my starting point in Barkeyville, Julia gave me a driving tour of Slippery Rock and the university. After saying goodbye to my generous host, I kept on heading down the left shoulder of Highway 208 where I would see it through to its end in Shippenville 35 miles down the road.
The hills today were mountains compared to the molehills yesterday and took quite a bit out of me. A mile here in Pennsylvania is worth about 1.5 in Iowa. The worst climb of the day was coming out of Emlenton at the base of the Allegeny River Valley. The interstate bridge that towers over the town is the fourth tallest in the entire US interstate system.
Because of the distance and the hills I didn't get finished with the run until close to 5 o'clock. In Shippenville I gave Mike, a friend of Craig's who offered me help for the night, a call. His son Tristan answered and told me someone would be there soon to pick me up. A few minutes later, outside of the Red and White Market, Judy and her granddaughter whisked me away to Old MacDonald's Farm outside of Emlenton. Mike and his wife Ruthie were with a friend down in Pittsburgh who was having surgery for a broken ankle after an unfortunate accident with a ram on their farm.
Their son Tristan was there to greet me and used his awesome cooking skills to make me burgers from beef raised on their farm. After showering, Tristan and I hung out up in his room where he beat me in Madden but I got him in the baseball video game. We watched a bit of TV before I went to bed. It was too bad I didn't get to meet Mike and Ruthie as they didn't get home until after midnight, but I would get to see them in the morning.
The hills today were mountains compared to the molehills yesterday and took quite a bit out of me. A mile here in Pennsylvania is worth about 1.5 in Iowa. The worst climb of the day was coming out of Emlenton at the base of the Allegeny River Valley. The interstate bridge that towers over the town is the fourth tallest in the entire US interstate system.
Because of the distance and the hills I didn't get finished with the run until close to 5 o'clock. In Shippenville I gave Mike, a friend of Craig's who offered me help for the night, a call. His son Tristan answered and told me someone would be there soon to pick me up. A few minutes later, outside of the Red and White Market, Judy and her granddaughter whisked me away to Old MacDonald's Farm outside of Emlenton. Mike and his wife Ruthie were with a friend down in Pittsburgh who was having surgery for a broken ankle after an unfortunate accident with a ram on their farm.
Their son Tristan was there to greet me and used his awesome cooking skills to make me burgers from beef raised on their farm. After showering, Tristan and I hung out up in his room where he beat me in Madden but I got him in the baseball video game. We watched a bit of TV before I went to bed. It was too bad I didn't get to meet Mike and Ruthie as they didn't get home until after midnight, but I would get to see them in the morning.
The town of Emlenton on the Allegheny River
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