There were three of us: Tim, Michael, and myself. There was 115 miles of riding spread over two days. This certainly wasn’t the longest ride I’ve done, but it was the hardest.
The ride was mostly gravel and extremely hilly. It was one of those rides that you aren’t sure if you can finish, but gives you a huge sense of accomplishment when you do.
We did the rides as planned. We didn’t shorten a route or catch a ride. We rode across streams, over very rough terrain, and had a ball.
I’m still coming down off of the “high” from this adventure. My legs are finally starting to feel normal. I’m not going to give a full write-up, as I’m sure Tim or Michael will, and they are better at it.
Next time I’ll remember to bring the sausage. Michael will remember his tent stakes.
These first two pictures were stolen from Tim. They are both of me at the creek (river?) crossing.
This is a traveled road. We are currently having drought conditions. I’d hate to see cars try to cross this after a heavy rain.
I really enjoyed the footbridge.
Sunday was a beautiful day also.
The fall colors were quite nice.
Not much of a welcome to Tennessee.
Tired, but happy.
Three Surlys, checking out the view.