We are now in Hancock, MD, after about 60 miles of riding along the C&O Canal on its towpath. I think my fellow riders would agree that this was the toughest day of riding thus far due to the combination of the rough surface of the trail, and the fact that this was the second day of riding such a long distance. But we made it!
We left Cumberland after taking in the sights at the start of the C&O Canal.We started seeing the locks and lock houses for the first time once we started riding.
We stopped for a snack in Oldtown, MD. This was the only restaurant. It was actually located in the schoolhouse. We went in in spite of, or perhaps because of, the sign. The folks were very sweet.
Then it was time for a stop and dip at the Town Creek Aqueduct.
We arrived at the 3118 foot Paw Paw tunnel. It was an engineering marvel at the time it was completed in 1850.
We saw this amusing numbering for the locks. They apparently miscounted when they started numbering from each direction.
Then it was time for a dip in the river and lunch. Nobody loves the water as much as Koushik.
We made another stop at Fifteen Mile Creek.
We were exhausted by the time we got into Hancock. We were ready to crash out after dinner at Buddy Lou’s Eats, Drinks, and Antiques. We returned to our room for icing of sore muscles, liquid refreshments and entertainment.
This was a day of amazing experiences, riding about 60 miles from Confluence in Pennsylvania to Cumberland in Maryland.
It was still misty and cloudy outside when we started our ride from Parker House after breakfast at Sisters’ Cafe in what remains of downtown Confluence.
The mist cleared and we were soon riding under clear skies. This is a view of the Casselman river from one of the bridges we crossed.
This is the Pinkerton tunnel, opened only last year.
We stopped in Rockwood, PA for ice cream. The surroundings are beginning to change. We had been riding in the woods beside rivers. From now on it was farm land.
This is a random shot of a touch me not flower.
We met some interesting people. Jim, in his 60s, was into extreme outdoor exercise.
This is what you do to take care of the pain in the butt. We took a few “butt breaks”.
We have left the woods and are the riding past farms and fields at this point.
Crossing the Salisbury viaduct with the Casselman river below us.
Lunch place in Meyersdale, PA.
These two gentlemen are friends from back in the Vietnam war days in the army. They have amazing stories. They do a lot of riding all over the world. Really remarkable ordinary folks!
Crossing another interesting viaduct.
Calf with an interesting face.
More rest stops (butt breaks) before continuing the ride.
The Eastern Continental Divide!
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We are about to enter the 3300 foot long Savage Tunnel that opened in 2004.
View on the other side of the tunnel.
And then we were crossing the Mason Dixon line into Maryland. It was all downhill (in a good way!) from then on.
We went through a few tunnels.
After Frostburg, MD, we continued careening down the hill beside railroad tracks. There is usually a tourist train that runs between Cumberland and Frostburg during the summer, but the line looked like it was in a state of disuse.
And then we were in Cumberland at the start (end?) of the Great Allegheny Passage!
The following picture was contributed by Ramgopal from his camera since I was not carrying mine. We ended to evening with dinner at the Baltimore Street Grill. It was Koushik’s birthday present to Shankar.
Typing this early in the morning before daybreak. Everybody is asleep (I think), and Parker House is quiet, expect for the whistle of the freight train in the distance. This is Confluence, PA, where the Cassleman river meets up with the Yough. This is my blog for the ride from Perryopolis to Confluence.
We left the hotel at Perryopolis early.
The following picture is taken on the road that we biked from the town back to the Yough river. The tunnel takes you to the bridge across the river. We did not cross, but took the road that you can barely make out on the right before the tunnel. This took us to the trail head.
And then it was time to ride once again!
There had been a spectacular storm late the previous night that we had observed from the front of our hotel rooms. Fortunately, the trail was not too wet. This was the only place where a tree had fallen across the trail.
This chap is trying to get down from the trail to the river.
This is an abandoned railroad bridge across the river that we encountered. It appeared to be falling apart. You had to watch where you were stepping.
Crossing a gorge on a trail bridge. The GAP trail that we have been riding is a rail trail which was built where the railroad tracks once used to run. This bridge would have been carrying train traffic in the past.
A picture opportunity.
There was steady freight train traffic on the other side of the river.
The section of the trail that we covered today was just amazing.
The Yough river seen from one of the trail bridges just outside of Ohiopyle.
One of the bridges over the Yough carrying the trail into Ohiopyle. The river meanders in a U-shaped loop in this section, and there are two bridges over the river.
At Fallingwater, PA. This house was built by Frank Lloyd Wright in the the 1930s.
The house is spectacular, both inside and outside.
These are the folks in Ohiopyle who provided us with the shuttle to Fallingwater.
It was quite late in the afternoon after the trip to Fallingwater, and had another 10 miles to ride to Confluence. We were hungry and got a snack to eat at a waterfall. We never found the waterfall, and ended up eating in the woods.
We made a few rest stops during the ride, including this one betwen Ohiopyle and Confluence. The bike being examined was making some strange noise. We will try to get it checked out in Cumberland, our destination for tomorrow.
This is Parker House, the place we are staying in Confluence. It is a beautiful place with lot of space. We are getting ready to go out for dinner.
The crew was famished!
It was dark by the time we left the Lucky Dog Cafe. The sky was spectacular (due to the absence of light pollution) and folks were identifying the stars and the planets. We walked back to Parker House using the faint light from a smartphone to show us the way through the dark streets of Confluence. Went to bed after a night-cap. Goodnight from Confluence, PA.
It has been an absolute blast riding this week because of the weather. I have gotten on the trail early enough in the morning with the temperatures still in the low 60s. Some people may feel too cold under these conditions, but this kind of weather is ideal for me. I rode down to the city twice, and from there on to the Mt. Vernon trail and the Arlington Loop on the different days.
It feels like the effort level that I am putting into riding, especially when I am on a level surface, has gone down. I can feel very relaxed even when moving along quite briskly. The wheels keep turning easily, and I do not feel like I am pushing it to keep up the pace. The weather might have something to do with it. Hope it stays this way for the long ride.
As I was approaching Great Falls yesterday, I saw a great blue heron on the trail beside the canal. I expected it to fly away as I got closer, but it did not. I stopped my bike (front brake squealing!), pulled out my camera, and walked on the trail beside it taking pictures without a zoom lens. It did not flinch. This has not happened before. If the herons are this close, they usually fly away. I finally returned to my bike with the bird still hanging around. I wonder if the birds are getting too friendly for their own good.
I also ran across a big group of kids on the trail who made my morning! They were blocking the trail when I first saw them in the distance. But I was observed while still in the distance, and they all moved in a systematic way to a side and then turned to face the side of the trail I was riding. It was as if they were waiting for the show, similar to a march-past. And so a show was what I put on! I rode past them trying to show good form, crouched over the handlebars a little bit, and feet pumping systematically, and moving efficiently. As I rode by, keeping a good pace and thanking them for clearing the trail, they cheered me on enthusiastically. I heard at least a couple of “woohoos!” I am hoping that at least one of the kids was motivated enough by the encounter to consider asking their parents for a bike so that they could ride the trail. Any chance of this happening?
Here are some pictures taken from the rides.
This is a view of the trail in a section of Widewater that kept getting washed away until they built this structure. I do remember traversing this section before this construction. You essentially had to navigate a pile of rocks. People on bicycles would ride the Berma Trail which ran along the other side of Widewater in order to get past this section.
Here is a picture of a sweet chestnut fruit taken in a a park on the Mt. Vernon Trail. It took me a while to identify this fruit. I actually thought that chestnuts did not grow in the country any more because of the blight that wiped them out in the early 1900s. So this was a surprise.This is a view of activity on the Potomac seen from the Key Bridge as I was returning from Virginia.This is Lock 6 in the middle of the day when I stopped to eat a sandwich during one of the rides.This is a bridge across the canal near mile 12. It feels great to ride in the shade of the trees on a sunny day.And today I came across this shy fellow on the trail.I am now done with my practice rides. The bike I have been using will get its final wash for a while. I have put many miles on it and it has served me well. Now on to Pittsburgh!
It is very easy for me to fall prey to laziness. I need to train for my bike ride but I had been finding excuses to put my rides off earlier this week, as I had often done in the past.
The latest excuse that threatened to do the most damage to my training regimen was rain. While I have not been caught outside on my bike in a heavy thunderstorm thus far, we have experienced a few spectacular episodes in the evenings recently because of the extremely warm and muggy weather. (One such storm even sent water into the kitchen and I had to get some emergency work done fixing and cleaning the gutters.) Anyway, I had decided to finally bike on Thursday after the usual excuses earlier on in the week, when heavy thunderstorms struck on Wednesday evening. This was about to be my excuse to skip training on Thursday also. There was going to be mud on the trails, and even though I had tackled mud before, I was not in a mood for this kind of an experience.
When asked about why I could not find a location where I could ride on a surface without mud, I responded that I would have to drive a long way off to get to said location. But the thought stuck. Instead of dropping the whole idea of riding, I motivated myself to wake up early and drive an hour to the start of the WMRT near Hancock. The WMRT, which runs roughly parallel to the towpath, is covered with asphalt and runs about 22 miles to Pearre in Maryland, with Hancock roughly at the mid-point. So off I went!
Not only was the ride on the WMRT clean, but the surface was so smooth that I was zipping along very fast and making good time. Also, all of the reluctance that I had felt earlier on to training that day went out the door the moment I started riding!
I reached Pearre, the other end pf the WMRT, in record time! There was the temptation at that point to turn back and return to where I had started, since my only option to extend the ride was to get on the towpath which would have been impacted by the rain. But what little I had seen of the towpath from the vantage point of the WMRT on which I was riding was a dry trail. So I decided to continue further on the towpath.
The trail in that section was in a terrible condition! I found myself negotiating puddles of mud constantly. The trail for the most past consisted to two tracks with thick grass growing in-between. I tried to avoid the mud by switching tracks to avoid puddles if they were only on one side, or rode between the tracks over the grass where the puddles covered both tracks. All of this tended to slow me down considerably, especially the attempts to ride on the grass. But I was in no hurry. After about 9 or 10 miles of the trail, after crossing the old and unused Western Maryland Railroad bridge over the Potomac, I stopped to eat something and start the return trip.
I stopped occasionally to take more pictures on the way back.
My original thought was to get back to the WMRT at Pearre when returning so that I could avoid the challenges of the towpath. But as I kept riding my outlook began to change. I got more comfortable with the thought of riding through puddles. I should let this riding experience be more in line with the more challenging aspects of what I might experience during the long Pittsburgh to Gaithersburg ride, I thought. At Pearre, I stopped to take the picture below, and then continued on the towpath, with the thought that I would switch back to the WMRT a little later at Hancock.
It was a good decision. The puddles became less of an issue since trail was drier than I had expected. But, in addition to the bumpy surface, I had to deal with limbs from the trees that seemed to have fallen all over the trail. I had to stop a couple of times to remove branches that got caught in the frame of bike. Fortunately, there was no damage to the wheels. But I was also making good time, and there were also more interesting things to see from the towpath.
I switched back from the towpath to the WMRT at Hancock and took a short break, but then also changed my mind after the break about the trail I wanted to continue back on. I decided that I should really put myself to the test with the riding conditions, and got back to the towpath for the rest of the ride! The good thing was that this section of the trail had a surface of freshly compressed crushed stone. It was pretty comfortable, and the surface was dry. I made it back in good shape, but because of my adventures earlier that day, contrary to my original goal of having a clean ride, there was mud all over me and the bike at the end of the ride.
I wonder how much of rain and mud we will experience during the Pittsburgh ride. Since I have not had to ride in the rain so far I do not know how that is going to feel, but I am ready to take on muddy trails after the rains any time. And I am glad I got over my laziness on Thursday!
The dogs days of summer have hit the Washington, DC, area. The combination of the temperature and humidity makes the heat feel quite intense when you are in the open areas. I have still been riding my bike regularly. I start earlier in the day if I can, and ride through the hottest parts of the day. It is usually not too bad under the trees, although I have gotten the strangest pattern of tans on different parts of my body because of my exposure (enough said!).
But the ride last Friday was particularly brutal. I had decided to go further out on the W&OD trail in Virginia. The ride started off easily enough with my crossing the Potomac on the Key bridge into Rosslyn in Arlington early enough in the morning. I stopped on the bridge to watch the planes on their way into National Airport.
I stopped at Gravelly Point to take some pictures of aircraft coming in for landing at the airport.
After I passed National airport, I had to turn off on to the Four Mile Run trail and ride a few miles to the start of the W&OD. Things became more difficult once I got on the W&OD. There was minimal tree cover over the trail and the sun was beating directly down from on high. The asphalt that formed the surface of the trail was also increasing the intensity of the heat. As I rode out of Arlington, and past Falls Church, Dunn Loring, Vienna, Reston, and finally into Herndon, tackling the numerous ups and downs of the trail, and with the rhythm of the ride being constantly interrupted at the many busy road crossings, my energy levels dropped. Two bottles of water (one with and the other without dissolved electrolytes) were being consumed quickly. I managed to find a section of the trail with a little bit of shade just outside of Herndon, had my lunch to try to build up my energy level once again, and started on my way back home.
It was now getting to noon-time and the heat was really slowing me down. The number of other people I was seeing on the trail was dropping. Have you heard the song about mad dogs and Englishmen going out in the midday sun? Since I am not an Englishman, I must be a creature of the other sort!
I determined that I could not do the ride all the way to the turnoff for the Custis Trail in one stretch without a break as I had originally planned. Back at Vienna I plonked my tired self on a bench outside the old station building where there was a little bit of shade and tried to recover. I was fortunate to also find a water fountain to replenish my drinking supply.
I got back on the bike and did make it to my next stop, which was the start of the Custis Trail, without incident. I parked myself under the shade of the trees in the park and re-energized myself with a fruit and more water. All of my appetite had vanished at that point because of the heat. I was gulping down the water. The mixture with the electrolytes was gone, but I was able to refill the water bottles.
The ride from that point onward was easier because of the shade of the trees that covered the trail. Once I got back on the towpath I stopped at Fletchers Cove to get a bottle of Gatorade, something that was not a part of my original plan. That bottle did not last too long either. I made it back successfully, and the recovery process that evening was actually very good, although I decided that I was going the spend the next day, which was also going to be super hot, indoors! I am hoping for better conditions during our ride from Pittsburgh.