Flashback to 1972

Facebook reminded me today of when I posted a photo of Will, our friend Jersey and me heading on a bike journey from our home in Pennsylvania to Bev and Brent's wedding in Magog, Quebec.  This was 1972.  Cutoff shorts were the style for all three of us, no bike helmets, regular athletic shoes and old fashioned toe clips.   Our packs were heavy and we had to deal with broken spokes throughout the trip.

 I had a whistle around my neck that my mother gave me so I could fetch Will back if he got to far ahead of me.  We stayed in a cow pasture, a churchyard, a couple of campgrounds, and one motel after it rained and we had to ride through construction.  The last day of the trip was a century day for us through the ski hills of Quebec.  We arrived home, lean, tan  and ready for  a new challenge.  Sort of like today with PD.