I don't remember West Branch road, or at least I don't remember it being paved. I'd been to Cherry Springs a few times already on motorcycle camps with Mark and I can't imagine he wouldn't have put us on this road - other times we'd taken 44 to 144 to get to Galeton.
In any case, it's a straight shot... a 5 mile mountain road that brings you from the top of Cherry Springs down to the west branch of the Pine Creek thru woods which make me marvel at how much land is still "wild" in one of the original 13 colonies. We enjoyed the little clouds lower than the mountaintops.
In Galeton we picked up rt 6 and in no time we were in Wellsboro. We stopped at McD's for coffee and wifi and plotted a course for the last draw on the itinerary: the casino at Tioga Downs.
We took 287 NE out of Wellsboro thru pretty country paralleling the scenic railroad. At Tioga Lake, we both enjoyed - far too much - the random site of a full, yellow, perfect banana laying in the middle of the deserted road. We brainstormed several scenarios which could explain the unlikely LOCATION of the banana, but none could simultaneously account for its pristine CONDITION.
Banana hypotheses consumed a few miles, and soon we were on 328 to Elmira and 17 to the casino.
The exit brought us to the parking lot of Jim's RV, where we'd nearly bought a truck camper. I pulled in to get a pick of us hauling the camper we bought in Greencastle next to the camper Jim wouldn't move a few hundred dollars on. I don't know, but I don't think that pic happened. In a few minutes, we were at the Downs.
We played. I lost, as usual. She won enough to ease the pain.
Eventually we were back on 17 thru Binghmaton, then 81 S towards Scranton. A massive rainstorm kicked up and several times traffic slowed to a crawl, many people pulling over to the side, not being able to see for the downpour. Thru this scene emerged a pack of squids on sportbikes. I wound up behind them, and put my four-ways on to block. We followed them for 15 or 20 miles, slowing when they slowed, keeping our distance, and not passing. When they finally peeled off, the lead rider gave me a wave - I think he actually realized I was actively trying to help them.
Some more highway slogging brought us home to a happy dog greeting. A good trip, no camper, truck, or bike problems, no injuries... except for the snake Melissa ran over... looking forward to more.
We took 287 NE out of Wellsboro thru pretty country paralleling the scenic railroad. At Tioga Lake, we both enjoyed - far too much - the random site of a full, yellow, perfect banana laying in the middle of the deserted road. We brainstormed several scenarios which could explain the unlikely LOCATION of the banana, but none could simultaneously account for its pristine CONDITION.
Banana hypotheses consumed a few miles, and soon we were on 328 to Elmira and 17 to the casino.
The exit brought us to the parking lot of Jim's RV, where we'd nearly bought a truck camper. I pulled in to get a pick of us hauling the camper we bought in Greencastle next to the camper Jim wouldn't move a few hundred dollars on. I don't know, but I don't think that pic happened. In a few minutes, we were at the Downs.
We played. I lost, as usual. She won enough to ease the pain.
Eventually we were back on 17 thru Binghmaton, then 81 S towards Scranton. A massive rainstorm kicked up and several times traffic slowed to a crawl, many people pulling over to the side, not being able to see for the downpour. Thru this scene emerged a pack of squids on sportbikes. I wound up behind them, and put my four-ways on to block. We followed them for 15 or 20 miles, slowing when they slowed, keeping our distance, and not passing. When they finally peeled off, the lead rider gave me a wave - I think he actually realized I was actively trying to help them.
Some more highway slogging brought us home to a happy dog greeting. A good trip, no camper, truck, or bike problems, no injuries... except for the snake Melissa ran over... looking forward to more.
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