Last Sunday, Tim and I headed north-east from Charlestown looking for more gravel. We found gravel and more.
This was one of the flattest rides I had done in a while. There was one dive into a creek valley, then a climb back out. There was also a white-knuckle descent to the river on a gravel road followed by an arduous climb. The rest of the ride was flat to rolling.
Tim notes in his writeup where I eat, and he does not. What he doesn’t say, is that I had skipped breakfast that morning. Had I not eaten when I did, I would have had a much harder time finishing the ride.
I stole this last picture from Tim. He walked around the mud pit, and called it “the easy way”. I said “I don’t like the easy way”, and attempted to ride through the mud. I was no match for the mud, and the bike and I came to an abrupt halt. I then had to put my feet into the mud to avoid falling into said mud. I still need to wash my bike.
It was a good adventure. We racked up nearly 80 miles, then went to Charlestown Pizza for food. It was a wonderful way to spend a Sunday.