The morning's ride was through Pennsylvania Dutch farmland; fields and field of corn, men and women working the land in traditional dress, driving horse-drawn buggies and using horses to work the land.
In the afternoon, the ride was more urban as I passed though the outskirts of Lancaster, across the Susquehanna River and into York. In the evening, after some jazz at the Holy Hound Taproom the barstaff at a nearby cocktail bar regaled us with tales of their romance and then it was on to the $2 beer bar, which may have been a mistake...
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