york winter walking festival

This weekend was the Winter Walking Festival in York, sponsored by the White Rose Walking Club. It was in the high 40s today so the weather was perfect and we decided to go. We need Y in both our cities book, and York for the counties book. It was a win-win, right?

Wrong.

We began at the ice skating rink. It was right across the street from the roller rink. The ice rink was was huge—they have a hockey program. And it was busy. The rink was right next door to a Catholic High School, a park, and the war memorials. That's where I took the star photo. It frames me nicely, right?

The walk was boring. It took us thru some depressing neighborhoods, the 50s 'burbs, industrial areas, and then down millionaires row. Lots of redundancy. We we four and a half miles into the walk before Bonnie ran into Ronald McDonald. He apparently was mascot-napped. He was chained by the neck and ankle in someone's front yard.

Usually these walks pass art, murals, history, gardens...interesting things. When we left Ronald alone on his lawn, Bonnie saw a sign "York Historic District". Of course we went the other direction. Our lone bit of history was a piece of the Lincoln Highway. There we found an original service station that is now a Turkey Hill. It has some nice murals and a lovely collection of vintage gas pumps. When I saw this one for Sinclair Gas  I immediately started singing the jingle from childhood. Remember it? Why do we remember ads for long-gone gas stations?

We took more pictures at the Turkey Hill than on the entire walk! Two others were taken at the brick yard.

The instructions were a bit confusing so instead of doubling back we thought we could cut over. Wrong again. But getting un-lost was the most fun we had. Though it pushed our mileage to 7.5 miles. And I got to add 2.5 hours to my Idita-Walk.

I bet Lydia was happy she was sick. Few photos ops.

Bonnie finished 30 walks and can now send her book in.

BTW did I mention that I reached 2K miles on my Fitbit last week?