So I finally decided that the steep hills through the Delaware Water Gap were too dangerous for my knee. North clearly was too mountainous; Scott and I decided that another direction was in order for 1997. We decided on west. Our destination: Lititz, where Scott's mother was living at the time. This trip turned out to be worse than the water gap, because it was a continual surge of hill after hill after hill for the entire journey. Our wives (he wasn't married at the time) drove out and picked us up, but this trip proved to me that my knee wasn't a problem any longer (as long as I biked sensibly).
