Last Ride?

We got out for another motorcycle ride today with Steve and Rita and it turned out to be a great afternoon/evening for us. There were a few moments when we had to wonder about it though, as we watched the sky turn darker and darker the farther north we went. At one point we had a discussion as to whether we were looking at rain clouds or snow clouds! After all, it is that season when football is on every weekend and the leaves are not only changing colors, but are beginning to fall from the trees! Can't believe it is already that time of year.

Don't be fooled by this photo, you are actually looking at Steve and Dawn hanging out at the anchor on the shore of Findley Lake, NY. Rita and I caught them red-handed messing around! We took the picture just for evidence.

So Rita thought she would take a break along the waterfront, but I had another idea! She didn't even know that I was about to get her.
Findley Lake is a great destination for a day's ride. The lake front is beautiful and the town is quaint. You can easily ride around the lake and enjoy all the cottages that line its shore.
As we were in town, we decided to get a bite to eat for supper at the Blue Heron Bed and Breakfast Inn and Restaurant. The food was great and made even better by the atmosphere of the front covered deck overlooking the lake.
On our way out of the restaurant, we came across a couple young fishermen who quickly announced they had caught a 19 inch northern pike. It took little encouragement to get one of the young men to reach into a bucket and pull out his trophy for the day. Nice fish!

As we left Findley Lake, we pointed our bikes south on Route 426 and enjoyed the rolling hills and curves that made their way through farmland and small patches of woods which leads into Corry, Pa. From there, we traveled west on Route 77 toward Meadville, Pa.

It is about time to harvest many of the crops as evidenced by their coming to fruition. The leaves on the trees are beginning to turn and it won't be long now before they are in full color. This is a beautiful time to of year to ride in northwestern Pennsylvania. The sights sounds and smells are quite refreshing. Except of course, the manure spreader that we came up behind! Wow! Was that ripe!

So is this our last ride of the season? I certainly hope not. But if it was, it was great to spend it with such good friends. What did we discover today, you might ask? Well, that we really are becoming geezers after all! Unbelievable!