Day 11: Snow Shoe, PA to Clearfield, PA

Distance: 30.2 mi, Climbed: 2,251 ft
Completed: 370.9 mi, 21,453 ft

As we left Snow Shoe, we got an early dose of local color—ATVs zipping past us on their way to nearby trails. It felt like everyone was setting out on their own adventure.

For Rich and me, the day began the best way possible: five miles of downhill. No pedaling, just flying—a definite “woo hoo” start.

Of course, it couldn’t last.

The climbing returned, but it came with a reward. We rode through beautiful farmland—quiet, open, and peaceful—the kind of riding that reminds you why you’re out here in the first place. Days like this don’t need big moments—they’re built on simple ones.

That calm was briefly interrupted near Kylertown, where our route crossed paths with I-80. We never rode on the highway, but the increase in traffic was immediate, and we had to stay sharp. It was a short stretch, but a noticeable shift—from back roads to something faster, louder, and less forgiving.

Soon enough, we turned away from the interstate and slipped right back into small-town America—quiet roads, slower pace, and space to breathe again. It’s amazing how quickly the tone of a day can change out here.

And then there were the animals.

Over the course of the ride, we passed a donkey, plenty of cows, and one very memorable white turkey… who, for reasons unknown, decided to chase me down the road. Let’s just say I found a gear I didn’t know I had—and I had no interest in seeing how long that turkey could keep up.

Some days are about distance. Some are about climbs. And some are about the unexpected moments that stay with you long after the ride is over.

Today was one of those days.