Sausages in Somerset

Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
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Trip End Aug 21, 2011


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Woodland Campsite

Flag of United States  , Pennsylvania
Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Never has there been a more opportune time to shout "so near, yet so far". From out of nowhere the cycling each day has become a serious battle.  After several days in the foothills we passed through a couple of mountain ranges today which both involved climbs which took a good hour.  It meant that, what looked like a short 40 mile day on paper, turned into another 7 hour slog.

After a good night's rest in the log cabin, we were leaving Madison.  Polly was still in deep depression having confused the shop closing time last night and consequently missing out on a tub of ice cream in bed.  We both felt nervous of another day of big hills and more the fact that it looks like it will continue for the last few days. 

A lovely morning stop at a random gas station where we met a nice Indian man who had family in Manchester.  He was keen for us to know that he supports Man United and even wished us 'ta-ta’ as we left.

Pennsylvania is the most populated state in the US and this has been evident in how much traffic is on the roads.  Even trying to avoid main roads, we have not been able to relax and have had a pretty miserable time with the speeding trucks. The complete loon towing an oversized mobile home today was just about as crazy driving we have ever seen.  He decided to beep to warn us he was coming just as we dived off onto the verge. 

The two major climbs today took us through the Laurel Highlands.  You know you are in for a tough day when you see signs for ski rentals.  Laurel Summit was signposted as 2800m and it certainly felt like it when we reached the top.  Soaked in sweat, leg muscles burning, all thoughts turned to a more conventional summer holiday down the beach.

We finally made it to Somerset and found the Woodland Campsite where we were warmly greeted by Grace, a dear old lady who was very pleased with our efforts.  It is so wonderful to sit back in the evenings and enjoy these beautiful campsites.  They are such calming places after a tough day on the roads.  I can smell sausages on the camp cooker, excellent. Another day closer to New York and we are hanging in there.

Miles Cycled; 41 and the hills just keep getting bigger

No. of times beeped and sworn at:  once, the most memorable honk of the trip as a wide load carrying a house nearly took our heads off
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