I stopped again farther down.
When I turned around I recognized where we were: the place where the canal goes over the road. We were nearly on the aqueduct. Beyond it there was scenery.
The sky was starting to clear a little. We picked up the pace, with Jim in the lead and me second. Behind me I could hear Chris cackling as Ron found himself breaking through ice none of us could see beneath the snow.
I stopped for one more picture now that there was some blue sky to look at.
Not having had time before the ride to take some pictures of the river at Washington Crossing, I took a couple of minutes to do it at the end.