We went out the 'side' at the LOMH and crossed the road at the archery range. There were two guys in camo next to a truck with PA tags. When we got up to them I said, "almost didn't see you there!" I believe lots of hunters think that we don't or won't approve of the bow hunters in the woods. I don't care. We are overrun with deer in this area.
We got into the woods and chose to go the direction of the Big Poplar. Instead of going up the hill, we went right along the base of the hill, along the creek. We didn't travel very far into the creek area when KC threw his head down, not to snatch grass, but to rug his legs. Uh Oh! Then I heard Skip stomping and he said, 'BEES!!" and I said, "GOOOOOOO! and we all took off and ran until we were out of the woods. The bees did not follow us and none of us got stung. Maybe our horses did. We let them eat grass in the hay field, then we proceeded out through the fields to Gorsuch Switch.
At the bottom of the hill we didn't cross the rail road tracks, we turned right onto the newly tag trail. This is a great trail and a wonderful addition to travel to E.W. Beck's.
The new trail goes through woods, meadows, the ball park, hay fields, and past an old homestead.
Sykesville was fairly busy on this Saturday morning, with the Southern States Cooperative being double parked in their lot. KC was hesitant in going between the cars, but he finally relented with my insistent nagging.
The sidewalk gets fairly narrow along Main Street because of the way the buildings are positioned. We rode down the road, made the right and then into the parking lot.
The food at E.W. Beck's is pretty darn good. Nearly everything on the menu is exactly as described and rarely does this place disappoint. We sat on the patio.
We managed to stop traffic while crossing the river bridge on the way out and got into the little park on the left. We let the horses eat some grass in the is park for a few minutes. While minding our own business, Sonny decided it would be a good idea to kick KC. KC was not going to let that shot go unanswered. He spun around and landed one, I could barely stay in the saddle. I was so out of shape that I decided to step off instead of trying to get back into the saddle. It's like riding a Cuisinart, honestly. As Martin said, "it happened in a flash." True enough
We traveled back the old way, but when we crossed the tracks at the bottom of the archery range hill we decided to go left, through the woods. It is a great way and apparently new to them.
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