This particular blog in the series about the bike ride is coming out a little later than usual. First of all, I want to assure all of you that we completed the ride without any accidents. In light of what happened to me in 2017 on the last day of that ride, I was especially relieved and happy that I made it without causing any damage to myself.
The blog is late because I am now in the relaxed atmosphere of home, in a more relaxed state of of mind, not having to worry about the next day’s ride. Perhaps this blog will also be more coherent as a result. Perhaps, unfortunately, it will also tend to go on a little longer than usual. Let me begin to talk about the events of yesterday without further delay.
To remind readers who are following the blog, we were starting the ride this day at Meyersdale, PA, where we had spent the night at Yoders B&B.
Breakfast at this particular B&B was continental style, the first time it was happening at a B&B during this ride. I did tuck in more food than I expected despite this fact. Bike rides tend to make you hungry!
As was my habit during the ride, I did take some pictures outside the house before departure. The two pictures below are repetitive, but what the heck! The first picture is of the diner and the small old motel, still in use, in front of the B&B. The second picture is of the B&B itself.
Koushik had bought everybody new riding jerseys with the GAP logo on them.
The ride started with a somewhat steep climb through the town itself to get back to the trail. Back on the trail, it was back to the regular uphill climb, but with a much reduced angle of attack than what we had experienced in town.
The first landmark we passed was the Bollman truss bridge. It gets its name because of the design of the truss. This particular bridge was transported from another location in another state to the trail.
The next stop was the Keystone Viaduct bridge.
We crossed the CSX railroad tracks below us.
The Flaugherty Creek flowed below us next to a roadway.
There were windmills on the ridge in front of us.
The ride took us up the side of the ridge and on to a flatter and more open area behind it.
We crossed the Flaugherty Creek a few times during this section of the ride.
We made a pit-stop at a place called Deal to use the restroom.
The trail was surrounded by meadows and wildflowers of different colors.
The next milestone was the Eastern Continental divide. This was the highest point of the bike ride. It was going to be a downhill ride the rest of the way!
Koushik photo-bombed the picture I was taking of the elevation range of the GAP.
He always gets great elevation on his jumps.
The next stop was at the 3000 foot long Big Savage tunnel.
I would not recommend the activity shown in the picture below to anybody!
It almost looked like there was a car approaching us through the tunnel. It was actually the light from two bicycles next to each other.
This picture was taken at the exit of the tunnel. It is at a slight angle to the rest of the tunnel.
This is what it looked like from a viewpoint just outside the tunnel. We could see the entire valley in front of us (click on the picture!). The Cumberland Narrows that we are heading for can barely be seen in the distance, and is better visible in the picture below this one.
There was always the photo opportunity to be taken advantage of.
It was at this point that Shankar realized that he had left his riding gloves behind at Deal. Two of us decided to ride back to look for it, while the others pedaled on. They would wait for us further along the trail.
Shankar and I zipped back to Deal on our bikes to find that the gloves were not there. As we were returning, we passed a tour group that was traveling in the same direction as we were. Hoping that the person supporting the tour whom we had talked to at Deal (he was carrying snacks for the group in a van and met up with the group at certain points) had picked up the gloves and taken it on to Cumberland, Shankar talked to person who was actually riding with group. She confirmed that the gloves had been picked up and taken to Cumberland! Shankar could pick them up there!
We ended up riding 5 to 6 miles more than the others, and we also experienced the Continental Divide and the Big Savage tunnel thrice in a single day!
Koushik and Ram were waiting for us at the Mason Dixon line. This forms the boundary between Pennsylvania and Maryland. 
The trail was taking us steadily down the side of the ridge. We picked up a lot of steam going downhill. We passed the side trail for the town of Frostburg next. We decided not to take this trail because it required a stiff climb up a hill, and also because we were running late.
The railroad tracks that are used by the Western Maryland Scenic Railroad excursion train going between Cumberland and Frostburg appeared soon after.
The trail and the tracks would run next to each other the rest of the way into Cumberland.
From this overlook above the town of Mt. Savage, one could see the ridge that we had just ridden down. We had some difficulty sighting the entrance to the Big Savage tunnel from this distance.
The trail crossed the railroad tracks in many places, from one side of the track to the other.
We had been told about a big raspberry patch next to the trail. We stopped there to pick and eat fruit.
The fruit was quite tasty. I was picking it off the plant and popping it into my mouth.
Ram was collecting the fruit to share with the folks meeting us at Cumberland.
We passed through a tunnel that was shared between the trail and the rail line. There is a little fence running in-between the two through the tunnel. As with the Big Savage Tunnel, it felt much cooler riding inside the tunnel than outside it.
Finally, we were in the Cumberland Narrows, getting very close to our destination!
We rode slowly into town. As we crossed the finish line, we were greeted by family and friends. Ganga, our classmate from high school who was visiting from India, garlanded us.
Our spouses were there to meet us.
We received awards
and posed in front of the statue that marks the beginning of the C&O canal.
It felt great to have made it, and to have been greeted by our close friend and family at the end. We had covered 150 miles of trail safely.
It was amazing that we also met many of the people we had encountered in previous days along the trail, starting all the way back in Confluence, at Cumberland. The little boy, Henry, had also arrived with his dad. I still cannot get over the fact that a 7 year old rode the 150 miles of trail.
We picked up our luggage after returning our bikes to the place we had rented them from and went to a local restaurant for lunch. Some of us celebrated with a beer or two even though it was early in the day.
Ram returned home to Pittsburgh soon after, while the other riders came home with us to Gaithersburg. Exhaustion hit during the drive home and folks took naps in the car. Koushik and Shankar departed town today.
All is quiet at home. The adventure has ended.
The early morning fog was rising over the hills, and behind the community center. The population of Confluence is about 800.
There were people sitting on the benches in the park in the central area in town having an early morning chat.
The breakfast Sandy had prepared was quite grand – with scrambled eggs, chopped up potatoes with fresh vegetable mixed in, tasty sausage links, fruits of different kinds, orange juice, bread, and homemade jam. It was all fresh and substantial. Sandy fussed over us as we enjoyed the food, and she helped keep up a steady stream of conversation. We learnt a lot about the place. By all appearances, Sandy seemed to be a very active member of the community.
We had to ride a short distance on the main road before we hit the trail once again.
It was a steady climb right from the start. There were places where the river ran well below the trail and the train tracks on the other side.
And then it started to rain. We had to bring out the rain gear. I had to stow my camera away in my backpack and put on my own poncho.
This is the approach to the Pinkerton tunnel. The bridge is over the Casselman river. It was raining like crazy at this point. I was in no position to take pictures and enjoy the view from the bridge.
We stopped at the entrance of the tunnel.
The boy in the picture above was riding the trail with his dad. He must have been less than ten years old. He was really pounding the pavement and appeared to be enjoying the experience.
We encountered many more riders who had stopped to take shelter within the tunnel while waiting for the storm to pass, but we pressed on. I was actually enjoying the ride in the rain.
We finally arrived at the town of Rockwood as the rain was beginning to subside. There was a group of cats on the trail. It felt like they were there to welcome us. Apparently, they have become rather well known on the trail. I could not take a picture.
Then it was back on the trail. Our rain gear was put away.
Back on the trail, it was back to the steady uphill climb.
There were also the waterfalls that were formed just because of the rain that had fallen.
I would have loved to have stopped and taken more pictures on the viaduct, but it was not to be.
The first order of business was to clean up the bikes and put them away in the shed that you can see to the right of the above picture. Then we had to clean ourselves up. There was an incredible amount of dirt all over us.. My shoes and socks had gravel all over them. (The shoes are still wet this morning. I will have to ride in my sandals today.) A hot cup of coffee after a shower brought us back to normal.
We went to the Morguen Tool Company for dinner. There was a nice breeze blowing outside as we chatted. We were joined by a few of our fellow riders on the trail, including the little boy and his father.
Then it was back to the B&B for some more conversation. The bottle of Scotch was demolished. The people that we had stayed with at the B&B in Confluence stopped by to chat. We headed for bed as late as usual.
The bus and train station are both in the same building.
I am at my friend’s house enjoying the warm hospitality.
We are the riders, the same folks who did the 
We are exploring a little bit of Pittsburgh on our bikes today. I hope the weather holds up.
The river was extremely muddy on the morning of the second day of the ride due to overnight rain. You can see the mud from the abandoned railroad bridge below.
The sediment had cleared up by the time we crossed the 
This is view of the town of Confluence from a bridge over the Casselman.
The skies had cleared by the time we got to 
This is a section near Hancock.
The river itself was quite peaceful for the most part.
The red waterfall shown below is the 
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.
And then it was time to fall into a deep slumber.
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!
(Click on the picture below to open it.)
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.
Splattered Brains 