Miles Today: 43.81
Average Speed: 8.5
Total Miles: 3,253.57
We awoke to fog again (I think this will be a regular occurrence), but it was a glorious morning. The rocks rose up on the side of the road, the air was cool in the shade and pleasantly warm in the sun, and we only got chased by 8 dogs.
Evan has learned to spray dogs with his water bottle, which they don’t like. It usually buys us a little space to ride, if it doesn’t deter the dogs completely. We heard that Virginia doesn’t have so many mean dogs, so we were excited to get out.
We ran into Joe, who’s riding cross-country East to West.
Joe has an awesome brim on his helmet, which is made in Michigan (the brim, not the helmet). Since I’m writing blog entries days after the actual riding, I absolutely cannot, for the life for me, remember what brand of brim he had.
While we were chatting, Kim and John rode up. It was a morning of friends!
We warned them about the upcoming dogs, and they informed us about the glory that lies in Virginia, if we can get over the hills that separate us from it.
We diligently climbed, though, and surely enough, we finally reached something that appears to be a boundary.
We crossed a big ol’ river, and then started the nasty climbs for the morning.
Breaks Interstate National Park consists of a series of steep hills in succession. Then, we get to be in Virginia.
We stopped off for scenic overlooks, leaving the bikes far away climb up and down stairs leading us to the edges of cliffs.
The view down into the river was a bit daunting. I was thankful for the tall railing.
As always, though, uphills mean downhills, so we climbed each time awaiting our payment.
And then, up another hill, we found Virginia!
The heat has been pretty rough since the rain stopped falling, and by midday I find that I have prickly heat, or heat rash, or whatever kind of bumps these are.
They don’t bother me, and I feel like they’re just sweat trapped under my suntan, so for now I’m trying not to be bothered by the texture of my arms.
We rode for a while, then stopped for more, umm…
Photogenic Scenery? I thought that “scenic overlook” was sufficient. However, the scenery did make a nice picture.
The flowers smelled like honey.
And our big hill for the afternoon came complete with the triangle truck sign! My favorite thing after a long climb!
When we got to the bottom, we were in the town of Haysi, where the woman at the gas station where we purchased overpriced gatorade informed us that to fill our water bottles from the water in the soda machine, we would be charged $1.19 for a refill. Per bottle. No, thank you! We headed down the street to the library, where Shirley the librarian let us fill up for free.
We had a laugh about trying to charge so much for water, and she wished us well.
Evan is excited that we are momentarily riding on the Crooked Road, Virginia’s musical heritage trail. Unfortunately, we aren’t staying on it.
We passed briefly through the town of Bee, but there wasn’t much there.
Then, after stopping at a gas station for chocolate milk, we climbed some more hills until we were in Council, VA, home of a community rec center to rival all others. This place was huge, had at least three picnic shelter areas, a few playgrounds, wooden arks and trains and trucks and planes to climb in and on, and tons of grass.
We were lucky to come across Darla, a wonderful lady who was mountain biking up the hill in front of us. She showed us to the community center, then introduced us to her son, the lifeguard, who let us into the showers!
They don’t look fancy, but hot water comes out of them! Really hot water! I felt so refreshed after that shower I could’ve done a dance.
Instead, we went and set up camp on a lush, grassy patch near picnic shelter #1, then met another cyclist, Bryan. Bryan, like everyone else, is headed west. He came and set up camp near us, and we enjoyed his company for the evening until bedtime. The sound of the creek running through the park lulled us straight to sleep.