I almost forgot how massive the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania are. Fortunately, as we rolled into town, looking for a safe spot to sleep, we approached the St. Thomas Volunteer Fire Department. I thought it might be a good time to visit our first firehouse along our route and let them know about what we're doing. It really worked out. I approached the fire chief, Mark, and told him about our journey and the charity behind it. I figured it would be worth a shot, asking him if we could sleep on the side yard of the firehouse...He said, "we don't have a side yard to sleep on...but you could probably sleep inside the firehouse if it was alright with the town." He made a phone-call and we setup our stuff inside the bunk-room of the firehouse.
We spent most of the night doing laundry, making dinner (on a stove!), and talking with the volunteers. They were all really generous and hospitible fellows. They made us beds and let us do laundry. I was even able to use their weight room. We got a great sleep on a bed, inside the air-conditioned bunk room.
The next day, proved to be a challenging one. We crossed a fair number of mountains over 2000 feet tall with 8 1/2 grades for a mile or longer, we reached 41 mph! I can't wait for The Rockies...
This gnarly...
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