Day 3, wellsboro Pa to Downsville Ny
  1. Detroit to Erie Pa
  2. Erie to Wellsboro Pa
  3. Wellsboro to Downsville Ny
  4. Downsville to Holyoke Mass.
  5. Holyoke Ma
  6. Holyoke Ma
  7. Holyoke Ma
  8. Saturday, pick Jane up at the Airport.
  9. Holyoke to York Maine
  10. York to Conway Nh
  11. Conway to Woodstock Vt
  12. Woodstock to Fulltonville Ny
  13. Fulltonville to Cleveland OH
  14. Cleveland to Detroit MI

I rolled out of Wellsboro at about 11AM. it was looking like it could start raining any moment. I wanted to go tour the canyon there but decided to stay ahead of the coming front. The big ass canyon is billed as Pennsylvania's Grand Canyon and all the pics look cool as hell but the dry roads to the east were calling.

The roads twisted through the mountains all day and except for a couple of cloud systems I rode into at the top at the mountains it stayed dry. I fueled up in Mansfield and picked up a subway sandwich for breakfast.

I saw the billboard coming into town about the "Chrome in the Canyon" bike fest this coming weekend. I am running a week early or late for a bunch of bike rallies on this trip. I asked around if there was a bike shop in town and no one in this burg had any idea. I had hopes of finding a rally shirt on the way through.

I have always found it interesting in my travels how the smaller the town is, the more clueless the people there are about what's there. Ask in a small town if they have a specific thing and no one knows. Yet in a big city people will list off several things even a half an hour across town and give you directions.

I kept moving east on US-6 climbing higher and higher. I enjoy driving through middle America. A lot of Pennsylvania hasn't changed in generations. The people are polite, the liquor laws are arcane and the CB radio base station in the kitchen is still considered a viable form of communication.

The scenery really started to get interesting as I got around Scranton. I missed my turn north off onto US-171and while checking my maps a few miles later in the town of Waymart I met the 1st fellow beemer rider on the trip. He was headed west to Illinois on his 1200 Adventure.

I doubled back and found my road and headed north for New York state. I quickly found myself in a mess of twisty little roads weaving around the small town town of Simpson. There I stumbled upon a cool little dive bar called Marks cafe . It was great! The Jack Daniels is served in a frozen beer mug! I was right at home as soon as my ass hit the stool.

I jumped back on the road and headed north taking US-370 towards Hancock Ny. I got there quicker than I thought I would and after crossing the small little bridge over the river I had to pull off and helmet up. New York is the start of the helmet law stretch of the trip. Once in hancock I fell into a prime dive bar that was awesome! Moo's Bar & Grill was like home away from home. The old building and the turn of the last century's nicotine stained tin ceiling was classic. this place was like stepping into the 50s.

From there I fished up US-30 and headed for the Catskill Mountains. I soon came across Downsville hidden away in the amazing country side and hit the Downsville Motel .

I settled in after picking a room. It worked on the honor system and you just move in and then see someone in the morning to check in/out. The rates are reasonable and the view is inspiring. I walked the river bank at sunset and wished I had one of my kayaks to play in. There is no cell phone service but I was able to get a wifi signal to let my people back home know I'm in for the night.

Tomorrow I head over the Catskills into Massachusetts and my old stomping grounds.