Rolling Along The Lincoln Highway

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


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Woy Bridge Campground

Flag of United States  , Pennsylvania
Wednesday, August 17, 2011

I was pretty nervous about today. Our tent was positioned so that all evening we were staring up at the first hill of the day. With the pain of the last few days still burning away in the leg muscles, I was worried that a 50 miler would prove to be too much with these hills.  However, the day turned out to be a beautiful ride, and although we still had hills to keep us working all day, we certainly had a good deal of down hills to clock up the miles without pedalling.

The first 4 miles didn't go well, taking 40 minutes. We passed the turn-off to the temporary monument to the spot where Flight 93 crashed. It was eerie to imagine something so horrific occurring in the middle of this rural paradise. The real monument should be open in time for the 10 year anniversary in a few weeks. We couldn’t take the 6 mile detour to check it out in these hills.

After this slow start to the day we joined The Lincoln Highway at 10 miles.  US Route 30 was a dream road, a nice wide hard shoulder and pretty light traffic.  We went up some big hills, Bald Knob Summit at 2900 ft was of course a highlight, but the views of the surrounding mountains were wonderful and the 6 mile downhill run followed by a 3 mile bonus freewheel was just reward for mornings hard graft.

It was a really nice ride and when we reached the towns of Bedford and Everett we were pleased to have knocked off one of the longer rides as we make our dash for New York.  We were dealt a minor problem with 4 spokes breaking on my rear wheel which means it is making far from circular motion but hopefully we can find somewhere tomorrow to get it sorted.

The 4 miles off the main road to find Woy Bridge Campsite was a very windy and hilly adventure.  We knew little about the campsite and sure enough when we arrived it was not as advertised.  The guy said they were not open to tents (I find this brilliant coming from a campsite owner) but as I started to warm up to a rant Polly talked him around. We are the only ones here, camped very nicely next to a river in some shaded woodland about to eat steak and ratatouille.  YES!

Miles Cycled; 51 with a much fairer % of downhill

No. of times beeped and sworn at:  none, a really pleasant day
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