The first Saturday in April, I accompanied Chuck and Crista through the fruit orchards of Adams County (“Three Babes in the Woods”), where we inhaled the apple blossoms and basked in intensifying rays of the early-spring sun. As a group of DC Randonneurs (C&C, Neal, Greg, Roger, Bill, Chris, Steve, yours truly) rode a similar route on the last Saturday in September, Joni Mitchell kept running through my head:
And the seasons they go ’round and ’round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
We were back to view the fruits of the season, as it were. And what spectacular fruits, and what a stunning Crista route: again out of Emmitsburg, mostly northeasterly to York Springs, back on some different and some same roads, as in same as the morning and same as April. The wind and the clouds kept us from shedding our morning layers — a harbinger of the months to come, before we look ahead from where we came.
The pictures are here.