Ashtabula, OH seems to be a hub - trains, boats, possibly planes. Shortly after crossing over the bridge across this rail yard where every single car was filled with coal, we encountered the dreaded BRIDGE OUT signage. And indeed, OUT it was. Fortunately it was a Sunday, so no construction workers were around to keep us from a major portage... we had to schlep down a 20 ft embankment carrying our bikes, cross an active RR track, then scramble up the other side. Our very loyal sag drivers were there to assist...bike shoes are not noted for their rappelling capabilities. Next it was another state crossing, this time into my birth state, the lovely Pennsylvania. I always feel I'm home when I cross the PA border. Earlier we had passed through Conneaut, OH, where I had spend many a happy hour at a small amusement park there when we lived in Titusville, PA. We stopped and asked a pedestrian about it and it has been gone for many a moon apparently.