I had the chance to bike ride sl-ow-ly with my husband yesterday in the valleys near Hawk Mountain. One stop included a delicious fresh spring, next to Stoudt’s Mill (1750) Here are some photos from our trip.
me and my spouse/biking buddy
Sign descriptive of both intellectual and cycling prowess
A house church (a old country church building that became a house)
Tree farm on the hills
fields of pines
J. C. Hill’s Tree Farm
View of conifer crops
reptilian roadkill
Tim (husband) next to informative sign. At least they didn’t use the term “redskin savages.”
