This is how my beloved Harshman Road looked a few weeks back. Now the snow has vanished and the farmers' fields with winter wheat are noticeably greening up.
Smack in the middle of Harshman Road, an old railroad crosses that branched off the main north-south line and went west some 15 miles or so to Mercersburg. Now the tracks are all removed except this half mile section that bisects Harshman Road.
I love this type of running--even if not on a trail--because of the sense of history and tradition that one can experience. These railroad tracks go nowhere today but certainly recall the glory days of railroading before truck transportation became ubiquitous.