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With great anticipation, one by one the Old Bags met at Ad's house on a gray Sunday morning. The overcast skies, however, were a harbinger of an unexpectedly ominous beginning. Many friends and family members gathered to say good bye and see them off. After a blessing and the presentation of St. Christopher medals (for those of you unaware, St. Christopher is the patron saint of travelers) it was time to saddle up. One member of the intrepid group met with an unfortunate mishap fifteen feet into the trip, sustaining an injury
that precluded her from continuing. While her trip was cut unexpectedly short, Margaret is doing well, and her presence is sorely missed. The group briefly refocused and then went on, regrettably, without her.


Rain. Rain. Rain and more rain. How wet can you get? That became the overall theme for the day. But it was a warm rain so it was like riding in the shower.
The weather cleared long enough for us to visit Gettysburg and then we rode through the worst of it along route 30—which, incidentally, we watched on the news later that evening as having experienced record setting severe flooding. Never under estimate the will of a determined group of women who want to go someplace. We ended the day 372 miles down the road, through six states
(NY, NJ, PA, MD, WV, and VA) just south of Winchester, VA.


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