We were headed to Peace Valley Park outside of Doylestown. I knew we could get there on 313 but the traffic can be horrible. So I googled it. There was one going down 313, one down 309 and one thru Sellersville. It was a straight line, how could we go wrong?
We took the Sellersville exit off 309 right outside of Richlandtown. We're cruising down the Bethlehem Pike looking for a route number to turn. We get into, and out of, town and still no route. The next sign we see is for another route, west of where we were supposed to be. Clearly, we not only missed the rout, but also started going west. We went way to far west, and had to comeback east and then continue south. I said, just get us to Doylestown, and I can get to the park! Thankfully, Bonnie is almost as good of a map reader as her mother.
We arrived about 20 minutes late. Most everyone had started walking. The 10K was around the lake. Surprisingly there was a few hills. The battery in my camera dies on the second half, so no picture of us, the 8% grade hill, or the purple elm bore catching boxes. We even made a pit stop at the Nature Center to find out what the purple boxes were.
On the home stretch, we followed the sign for the Volkssport and continued walking. Soon we were on the park road. Say what? What happened to the trail? Ultimately we arrived at the pavilion again, but clearly we were not on the path anymore. At least we were not alone. The road was filled with runner, walkers and bikers.
After the walk there was a picnic. A pot luck, with the club providing the meat—bratwurst, dogs, and burgers. (The chefs were serious grillers. They brought charcoal chimneys to a county park.) I chose a brat, and was trying to decide what to put on the brat. On the table with the salads was the condiments and rolls. There was a cast iron pot with the lid closed. I peaked inside. I thought it was baked beans. Even better—sauerkraut! My brat was happy.
One of the nice thing about picnics people don't care about calories—the salad table reminded me of the 60s—everything dripping in mayo. No bulgar, brown rice, or quinoa in site. Everything looked artery clogging delish, but I passed. I also passed on the roll.
I think the fullest table was deserts. I picked a brownie, but it was dry and ultimately threw it away. After the picnic was over, people were making doggie bags of ... dessert, of course. I think I brought about half of my bean salad home.
Overall, a nice day with nice people.
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