Friday, July 20, 2007
Final Day -- Riding into Washington
We jumped back on the bikes and headed for the conclusion, we crossed the Potomac and aimed right at Georgetown, the university looming above us, the monuments to our right. We zipped through town, jumping from sidewalks onto the road, skirting slow buses, the city apparently in slow motion, movie theme music in the air all around. We turned back down to the river, zoomed past the rowers and the walkers, aiming at the Lincoln. Caitlyn's shouts of excitement were now steady state, she being jazzed and our collective mouthpiece. We turned the last bend and hit the plaza in front of the Lincoln, and all stopped. "Ya-Yeah!!" We parked our bikes, snapped off our fron wheels and headed up the steps to Lincoln, and then to Martin Luther King Jr.'s 1963 speaking spot, and turned for the photo that would end our run.
As we looked out over the reflecting pool and tried to imagine the crowd there that August day, I thought of Ranger / Reverend William's introductory sermon back at Ebenzer Church. "You know why you're here? His-tory! Do you know why you're here in the front pews of the Ebenzer Baptist Church? His-tory! ... Now, can you see little Martin here, right here in this pew, in this very pew right here? Can you see him lis-tening to his father preach in this church? Can you see him? Little Martin was a young boy, just like you are young boys and girls, but he was a young boy who Lis-tened, and because he lis-tened, he helped make changes that are part of all our his-tory."
We took the picture, four kids standing where King had stood to spoke, the kids' wheel's aloft, their pride and accomplishment earned and real, the "content of their character" perhaps a little more substantial because of what they accomplished on this journey.
We packed the bikes, and zoomed home.
-- PJClements
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Almost Done! Penultimate Report
Friday (Charlottesville -> Culpeper 35)
Saturday (Purcellville -> Reston, 32)
A quick summary, since it is Sunday morning and we're ready to hit Washington.
THURSDAY ... Misty Mountain Campground to Charlottesville was an easy twenty-somethng ride, though US 250 became busier by town. We stoppped on University Blvd, hit a coffee shop, discovered some used books stores and deli (Take it Away!, PK) and then heaed to the Rotondo. We did the tour, and loved it, a tour led by UVa third-year Melissa Buck, of Breckendridge, Colorado and Lawrenceville School! She was great. The kids took an afternoon off, reading and napping on the lawn, PJC on an exodus to the Blue Wheel Bike shop for end of tour repairs (nice new rear wheel, Mike Stewart: Will wore out the original). We pedalled out of town on US 29 to a motel, our campground north of town no longer accepting tenters. We feasted at the Golden Corral, an all-you-can eat place that didn't make money on us that
night.
FRIDAY ... We ferried ourselves up to Barbourville, north of Charlottesville a but and away from the US 29 madness that we feared might overwhelm us. This part of Virginia, though lovely, does not combine safe cycling routes with our destinations, so we excised this part, and a later section, that would expedite the trip. From Barbourville we headed north on Route 20 toward Orange, a terrific ride in the morning, full of farmers and Presidents, including Madison's Montpelier. We stopped for coffee and second breakfast in Orange, then headed up US 15. In land full of larger properties and estate, we saw a small sign that read "Woodbury Forest School - 3" and I knew an interesting detour lay ahead, though not how interesting. We turned into the Woodbury road, and the prep school opened up before us, woods, then fields, then playing fields, then this version of "Old Main". We thought we might sneak a look in the main building, like
heading up to the bell in Annenberg. We ended up meeting Joseph Coleman, Director of Admission, who chatted with us, took us on a tour of the whole school, and led us to lunch in the dining hall. The school is lovely, Mr. Coleman was delightful, the entire experience was a treat, and the kids knew it. From Woodbury Forest we headed north, napped a bit on the swayback porch of a derelict crossroads store / post office, aand then headed off the main road to some backroads that took us up to the Cedar Mountain Campground outside Culpeper, a cash only operation whose best days are long past.
SATURDAY... On Saturday morning we packed all ourselves into Dave's truck and headed north to Purcellville, skipping some miles that would include too much highway choked traffic. The ride, however, slid through some astonishing land, including The Plains, home of the Quinns!, and Middleburg, north of which were a relentless stream of stunning horse farms, one after another, stone fences perfect, some even being built new! Lonely outbuildings covered with new raised seam roofs and plenty of money. "Mr. Mellon and Mr. Hunt, you know, some rich folks," said Grace later in the laundromat. We arrived in Purcellville, the trailhead for the Washington and Old Dominion Trail, a railroad to multi-user trail which would take us all the way into DC. We did some laundry, and then hit the W&OD trail. We cruised along the old rail bed amongst serious Saturday bike riders, hunkered down over aero bars, beside parents and little ones on training wheels, among the lean and the "I'd best get some exercise", and we eased east
to Reston, where we left the Trail and headed to the Fairfax County Campground, ready to rest and prepare for our last day. Phone calls home suggested "We'll be in Washington in the morning, and home in the afternoon."
To put the trip into context, I laid out my worn, marked state maps, and fit Georgia, Tennessee, and Virginia together into one map, a journey that covered the entire picnic table. We then traced our way across the weeks, naming each day's journey, the roads, the town, the events, the campgrounds, the weather. A half hour later, full of stories made fresh again by the talek of the narrative, we headed out to dinner, a team dinner in a diner, a special ending to the entire effort. We laughed and told each story yet again, adding details, clarifying the truth, feeling strong and proud and almost done. The kids' fresh energy had Davie and me laughing the entire evening. Hitting the tents was easy, for in the morning we'd finish our ride, stand on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, and then head home.
-- PJClements
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Tuesday (Just south of Lexington, to just north. 16 miles tops)
cookies, shelter, and love to Trans-America cyclists since 1976, all in a modest outbuilding at her home along the Adventure Cycling Transamerica route). We'll spend some of the next day exploring Thos. Jefferson's university, road willing.
-- PJClements
Monday (Dixie Caverns -> Lexington KOA (53 miles)
We hustled out of Dixie Caverns campgrounds and headed toward Roanoke. A few miles down the road, after the trucks left 11 for the alternate route around town, we arrived at Roanoke College in Salem, Virginia. We rode through the campus and marvelled at its beauty and its astonishingly fine upkeep. Though the grass was allowed to grow out another half-inch in the summer heat, every piece of the grounds was perfect, as though Alumni Day were in the offing. A lovely spot.
Getting around Roanoke was some morning work, riding a northwest circumference to head back out onto the old road. At Hollins, in the lee of Tinker Mountain and Carvins Cove beyond, we stopped for a group photograph at the "Tinker Creek" sign on the highway. Yo, yo yo, Annie
Dillard! After the last truck stop at Route 220, where we had a sandwich sharing the seating with a group of "carnies" awaiting the arrival of the last vehicle in their caravan. They hadn't slept for a couple of days, and from the looks of their vehicles, probably don't get much sleep even when their life is kinder. From then on the road opened up nicely, and we rode well. The heat was growing in the Roanoke bowl, and we saw bank time & temperature signs in Troutville
that read 96 and then 101 degrees! Yikes. With frequent shade and water stops, and with a gentler road and a friendlt breeze, our was the nicest mid-90s ride imaginable (and bank thermnometers always run hot, right?). We stopped in Buchanan (the James River watershed now, the river flowing east across the mountains, not west through the mountains as with the New River). Soon, however, the day wore on, and bore down. Then on a sweat-busting roller some five miles below Natural Bridge, a pickup-truck stopped right in front of us. I was
immediately concerned, and befuddled by the "Peddie School" sticker on some knucklehead pick-up driver until it dawned on me that this was Dave Babcock, not some off driver stopping us on a hill top. After appropriate greetings, and some ice-dripping drinks from a cooler in the truckbed, the kids chucked their BOB trailers into Dave's truck and we flew down the road. Natural Bridge appeared in a moment, and after a water/shade stop there at the Visitor Center, we rolled on to the KOA at Fancy Hill. With Dave's help we shopped up the road, then ate dinner and fell into our tents. 53 miles, a day off in the morning, and some hometown family in the kids' world. Plus, there's a chilled watermelon in the cooler for toomorrow night!
-- PJClements
Sunday (Wytheville -> Dixie Caverns, 63 Miles)
afternoon heat. Outside C-burg we stopped for ice cream and a few more miles of work. Late in the day I talked with the group and expressed my concern about the time, distance, heat, aand safety, and that the Dixie Caverns might be beyond out reach, and I'd thus pull over at the next motel and we adjust. Good, wise leadership. There immediately followed a screaming downhill, one mile long and safe, and then after that rush there followed three miles of gentle steady downhill. A moderately seedy motel appeared, and I stopped to check it out. The group then examined the map, the elevation contours on the way toward Dixie Caverns near Salem, their spirits, and the sun, and in one voice announced that Dixie Caverns was within reach. Off we went, the gentle slope still to our favor, annd we arrived at the campground before any of us expected it. Who knew? Then, life got even better!
As we signed into the campground, I asked how far it was to the nearest market. Connie Browning, the white-haired grandma lady whose house was at the edge of the forest, looked up from the cash register and said, "About two miles up 11, but it's terrible. You don't want to shop for food there. No, No. What you really want is the Food Lion five miles up in Salem. But since you've already biked so far, you can't ride there and back. So here, take, my car. No really. Take my car. (Conspiratorially,) My husband of course thinks I'm crazy, but I do things like this all the time. What's a life for? Come, let me get it for you. It's a mess inside, but..." Agog, we split up, two to set camp, three to shop and fill up Connie's gas tank, all of us talking about what a great day it had been, a long ride but such a sweet ending ride, beautiful and downhill, all of it leading to such a jewel at the end of the day. Sometimes, you reap what you sow. Who knew?
--PJClements
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Saturday on the road (Marion -> Wytheville)
Eight miles further took us to the KOA that sits midway down the I-77 & I-81 doubleheader here in southwest Virginia. State Parks are jammed this weekend, and as I type only two tentsites remain in all the KOA. Must run, since the 8.00pm concert by the Sunset Valley Boys is about to begin over at the Family Fun Center. Charlotte feels much better,
btw, and tomorrow dawns fresh.
--PJClements
Friday, July 6, 2007
Friday on the road (Holston -> Marion VA)
--PJClements