A few miles out we turned onto a smaller road that winds back into the canyon's scenic park and overlook.
The GCP (Grand Canyon of PA) was a pretty view reminiscent of the Lumberman's Monument in Michigan only not as open. There were an amazing amount of older people in their 70s and up dressed in hiking clothes with high end equipment coming and going from 
the Mile long trail climbing up from the base of the canyon. The trail would be better described as a set of stairs a mile long. What looked like a death march to me seemed to be a fountain of youth for the locals.
The best part of the Canyon ride was the ride itself. The narrow road was old and twisty. We got saddled in the middle of the same classic Corvette club on the way in and out. That was great cause these guys were pushing it pretty good and provided a good pace. We 
passed several car clubs on that road. The BMW sport scar club was running hot when they ripped by.
The Vettes and us parted ways at the stop sign on RT 6 and we ended jumping onto the tail of a group of Harleys out enjoying the day. We rolled through the hills with them for a few miles. Eventually the 5+ under the speed limit pace became tedious and we had to leave the guys behind. They were out sightseeing and having fun. I threw them a few business cards for this site and told them to e-mail me and I would hook them up with the GoPro video I had shot of their ride. I did the same for the Vettes but neither have contacted me.
We rolled west across the mountains of northern PA after about 60 miles of amazing road we stumbled into Pt. Allegany. We were ready for a break and some lunch. The Wellsboro area is in a boom right now with the fracking operations but as we rolled farther away the times viably got tougher. Closed up shops and dirty streets became the norm. The war on coal has taken it's casualties in this area of the country.
We found a local and got directions to a bar as non were easily found. We lost our way at the 3rd turn at the stop sign or so 
and fumbled around until we found a worn out old store front. I had my doubt if the bar was in business and if it was if the Jesus laws allowed an atheist like myself to buy a beer on Sunday. I knew that Jesus doesn't allow over the counters sales on Sunday in PA but the bar laws were unclear. We hadn't seen a bar open all day.
I kept the motor running from the street and had Pam check and see if the place was even in business anymore. The door was unlocked and when she stuck here head in and asked if they were open Moe the owner shouted back "you got in here didn't you?".
It seems that Jesus gets pissed if you buy a beer and sit home in private enjoying a cocktail but going out drinking in public is Jesus approved and all bets are off! Blue Laws are a hypocritical mess of Christian Sharia run amuck.
Moe's Bar and Grill looked like the mecca of road houses slash dive bars. I pulled to the curb and parked and entered what ended up being a great experience. The inside of the bar was in allot better shape than the outside of the bar. Moe was the only thing moving inside. He fired up a couple of Yuenglings and we settled in at the bar.
The brewery was just up the road a piece and if we had more time I would've loved to do the tour. I put it in my to-do list for later rides. Moe steered us through a few other local favorites from the tapper before we were done that all tasted great.
Moe is a great guy and he has given the old place character. He does a different gourmet 
burger every week pulling ideas from the current trend of restaurant/diner TV shows and his own imagination. He pulled out his phone and showed us pics of an amazing collection of to damn big for mortal man to eat hamburgers. I was impressed.
I ordered a bar favorite from the unique menu. I forget the name of it but it was two grilled cheese sandwiches as a bun to a grilled steak and cheese style sandwich with a side of hand cut home made potato chips. It was so good I took a picture of it and posted it on FB. Within ten minutes I got a hit back from Uncle Dave in Houston that he was in the kitchen trying to duplicate it it looked so good. He still says his imitation was the best sandwich he has ever made. I guarantee that the original at Moe's was better though.
The bar is about two blocks off of RT-6 and a must stop for anyone passing through Pt. Allegany. We stayed way to long at Moe's and when we took our full and happy selves back out into the street we had to put some make up miles on. The forecast for our final day was warm and wet so we were looking to get across the Ohio line before dark.
All went great and we eventually fell out of the twisty two lanes and reluctantly merged onto the super slab I-80 west freeway. We rode like the wind right into Youngstown Ohio and hit the Motel 6 or 8 right by the exit. The sign screamed $49 rooms and the banner
said newly remodeled with all new rooms. The rooms were great. The cheapest stop of the trip ended up being one of the coolest most modern rooms we stayed at on the whole ride.
We were bummed that it was to be the last night of the trip with only five hours of freeway between us and reality. We walked to the chinese restaurant next door where an incredibly beautiful young asian girl served up awesome food and cocktails until we were stuffed. We then settled back into the room to enjoy a bottle or two of wine I had run down to the grocery store for when we first arrived.
The next morning the rain arrived and we had no choice but to buck up and hit it. As long as we are moving the bike is a dry ride. We rolled down the highway until we needed to stop for brunch. I hit the exit and then looked up restaurants on the GPS. We scrolled through the close places when we found a listing for Larry's Tavern.
The thought of a cocktail with lunch sounded like a great way to warm up. The rain was catching up with us at the long red lights. A mile later we walked into Larry's damp and hungry. Long tall Peggy was working the bar and a few locals surrounded the island bar. We were immediately told that the Potato Soup was awesome. It turned out to be a great choice. The soup is made fresh right there every morning from scratch. I'm wishing I had a bowl right now....
The chicken tenders that followed were good with the BBQ sauce but the soup was the star of the show. We also were treated to ice cold Yuengling black and tans. They were so good we got directions to a local store to buy a 6 pack to take home with us before leaving the Yuengling distribution area. The woman behind the counter told us of her bike ride through New England with a long lost love in the 70s on his Moto Guzzi.
We suited up and nosed her out into traffic and headed for Michigan. We made good time and rolled into Detroit cold and ready for a rest. Pam threw together a home cooked meal and we called it an early night after babbling about all the fun we had on the trip.