I had the chance to bike ride sl-ow-ly with my husband yesterday in the valleys near Hawk Mountain. One stop included a delicious fresh spring, next to Stoudt’s Mill (1750) Here are some photos from our trip.
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- me and my spouse/biking buddy
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- Sign descriptive of both intellectual and cycling prowess
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- A house church (a old country church building that became a house)
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- Tree farm on the hills
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- fields of pines
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- J. C. Hill’s Tree Farm
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- View of conifer crops
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- reptilian roadkill
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- Tim (husband) next to informative sign. At least they didn’t use the term “redskin savages.”
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- waterfalls leading to mill
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- Pure and delicious mountain spring water
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- inside the mill
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- at the mouth of the mill
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