Day 67
Breaks, VA to
Damascus, VA
Distance: 79 miles
Average speed: virginia creeping, must be
near the slowest on trip (no precise data since nameless Gamine went to sleep for a
while in the middle of the ride)
Left Hamstring:
hamming it up
I woke in good
spirits. But while the spirit was willing, the body had a damn stubborn streak
running through it right from the get-go.
Setting out from my
motel in the light, rather than the dusky darkness that prevailed as I
approached last night, I was dismayed to see that it was just at the bottom of a
hill. Indeed, one of three spiky little hills. Stupidly steep, moderate in
length, but, as starts to the day go, boy was it brutal.
It was only ten miles
of steep up and down until the first town of the day, Haysi, where I stopped
for a proper breakfast, but it seemed like a lot more. I’d wolfed down a couple
of those plastic cereal bowls and some orange juice in my room before I left but,
given my measly turkey meal the night before, I was ready for some proper
tucker.
I couldn’t see a cafĂ©
in town so I settled with the Subway at the gas station, which was fine. The
rural gas station is the darling of the touring cyclists, and I have to say
that the route has been replete with them for the last couple of days. Always
stocked with hot coffee, cold water, ice, rest rooms, unhealthy snacks… I love
them. And the more there are, the less I have to carry between them.
I was slow to roll out
from Haysi again, chatting with some guys in pick-ups before I left who were
concerned about me on the road on my own. Although I have to say that I might
have been more concerned had a couple of them pulled in by the side of the road in a
secluded part of the route, but luckily I haven’t had any problems with that so
far.
But I shouldn’t tempt
fate. To answer my sister’s question from the blog comments from a couple of
days ago, I have been toying with the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains
for the last couple of days. And now I have reached them proper. Known not just for
hiking but also hillbillies, I can’t help but think of the movie Deliverance, and
keep half an ear out for the duelling banjos.
I did see a guy
yesterday by the side of the road in one of the villages I rode through who
smiled widely to expose some rotting teeth and half chewed tobacco.
“You gone get run
ove…” he drawled pleasantly in my direction, and then laughed.
Potential dangers
aside, and hoping not to encounter him or his family or his dogs for the rest
of the trip, the weather today was gorgeous, and the scenery lush, but the road
surface was neither - either broken and cracked, or intact but a rough chip and
seal. When combined with the gradient and my level of tiredness, I was crawling
along so slowly that I did speculate whether I might actually just fall over
sideways at some point.
Indeed, I started to
worry not only about keeping my balance, but also about the Virginia Creeper.
It covers absolutely EVERYTHING it touches with alarming speed, from road signs
to telegraph poles (and lines). Hell, I’m sure there are a few houses out there
which are lurking underneath a pile of the stuff.
“Virgil, where are you
honey, you’ve been gone for hours?”
“Well sugar, I dunno
whatta tell you, I just been to the bar and I’m in the pick-up but I can’t find
the dang house.”
I wondered whether, if
I went any slower, people might find Steed and me just a few hours later, a
bicycle and rider shaped piece of green moving at a glacial pace around a
section of steep switch backs.
Let me out... |
Speeding up a little
at the thought, I still found that I had only managed around 35 miles before I
was so hungry I needed to stop for lunch, and that it was already after 2pm.
Packing in a grilled ham and cheese with salad I set off again for the longest
and steepest climb of the day out of a small town called Council.
And it was as I was
pedalling away from the restaurant that I started to feel not only a general
overwhelming sense of tiredness but also a distinct pain in my left hamstring.
I’d felt a twinge during my morning stretches, but thought no more of it. Realising
I still had another 40 or so miles to go, I decided that I would simply have to
adjust my riding style to compensate and strangely I managed to do so. Relying
more on my right leg and pushing the pedals from a different angle seemed to do
the trick. Although occasionally I would forget until a sharp pain would give
me a jolting reminder.
The views were good though.
Stopping an hour or so
from the end of the ride to phone the B&B and tell them I would be arriving
late, I met my first friends of the day… a couple of cute kitties who came over
to speak to me in the small town of Meadowview.
Meowview in Meadowview |
It was just what I needed to
carry me the last few miles on, and into Damascus, my stop for the night.
After checking into
the B&B, I had a very quick shower and headed straight out for pizza and
beer. The place did microbrews so I happily tried out a couple of the “blondes”
while I watched a young guy who was hiking the Appalachian Trail attempt and
succeed at a “Man vs Food” style hot-wings challenge before disappearing rather
rapidly to the rest rooms… I suspect he might be sprinting some parts of the trail tomorrow, into the trees anyway.
Ambling back to the
B&B and intending to buy myself a large bottle of ice-cold water to
rehydrate, I was dismayed to find that, at the stonkingly late hour of 9.15pm
literally everything in town was closed, including the gas station.
I guess that’s the
difference between hikers and touring cyclists… well, some of them.
Rest day tomorrow…
phew.
Me x
Almost done!
ReplyDeleteIs that "almost done" as in the toothless tobacco chewing wider is gone get you ass good, or by jove you've almost finished your bike trip??!
DeleteHope you actually get to rest on your rest day!! Lol. SB xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Bean, pretty restful so far. Nothing to do!!! Ha :-) SB xx
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