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Tuesday morning was a slow start … we slept in til 9:30! Woo! After showering, dressing, walking the dog, etc, we made the same breakfast as yesterday: peanut butter sandwich for me, Cocoa Pebbles cereal and milk for Frankenbutt. Edible, but nothing to write home about.
Although we have a sketchy wifi signal here at the campground and absolutely no cell phone signal, we were able to email our daughter, the Editor in Jersey. I asked her to email me her cell phone text email address. I don’t know if other carriers do this, but AT&T gives you an email address that when used, the message goes directly to the receiver’s text message inbox. The Editor educated us about this when we lived in Hawaii. She had a “text only” cell plan and we had internet at home. It allowed us to get a quick message to her without having to call her.
So I text-emailed her the names and phone #s of local suppliers that might carry the type of fuel (propane/butane mix) that our Primus cook stove uses. She made phone calls on her end and then emailed us back the name and location of a supplier that had it. That saved us extra running around since we aren’t able to use our own cell phones to call and confirm the same. Danville Outdoors was the closest one at 12 miles from our campground.
So, we loaded Coco in her kennel/trailer and rode towards the exit of the campground. I figured we’d have at least 5-6 miles of leisurely shady riding, thinking we were going out the way we came into the campground. Of course, I was wrong.
We turned the opposite direction and soon the paved smooth road turned to gravel and dirt. No problem. It also got a little hilly. Again, no problem. Then, our GPS directed us to turn onto Route 514 … and from the first turn, it was uphill. Again, not too big a problem. Yes, it was sunny and hot; really hot, but we weren’t on a schedule and decided to take our time.
We didn’t really get to take our time and ride leisurely. The hills were so big that you had to pedal hard and fast down and half way up before you dropped to your lowest gear and then just dragged yourself up to the next hill. We had filled 2 water bottles each, figuring that would be plenty for a little 12 mile ride; we almost exhausted both bottles, attempting to stay hydrated and keep ourselves cool with squirts into our helmets.
We finally got into the town of Danville and stopped at a BP convenience store at the corner of 62 & 514. We got two 32 oz. Gatorades and drank the first one down with barely a word out of either of us. Coco devoured what was left of the water bottles. Frankenbutt went back into the store and the clerk generously filled our water bottles with ice and water and warned us that the temperature was above 90; heading for a high of 94 degrees.
We rested for a little bit and then rode the short distance through town to the camping/hiking/hunting/fishing store. As the Editor had reported, they had 7 oz. cans of the exact type of fuel we needed and we bought the only two remaining cans. While Frankenbutt took care of the transaction, I watched the Amish horse and buggy riders go by, as Coco and I sat in the shade.
When I went in to pay the bill, I ordered an orange and vanilla custard cone to go. When the owner asked where we were riding to and I told him Mohican Reservation Campground, his eyes grew very big. He said, “How in the world are you going to get over those hills on 514 with bikes?” I told him we rode our bikes there and that we had ridden over 2900 miles so far; that we’ve actually ridden bigger hills. He was amazed and declared it impossible. He wished us luck and told us to be safe.
As we put helmets on, it started to rain. It felt so good and we actually wished it would rain until we got all the way back. Unfortunately, it was a quick passing shower. We tackled the same route back to the campground and I felt better with the temperature slightly cooler. Now that I knew the terrain, I rode every downhill at top speed and did not hit my brakes once. I hit over 40 mph again downhill but got a little panicked when I rounded a curve and my bike’s bottom end started to pull out from under me. I managed to regain control and when Frankenbutt caught up to me afterwards, he said, “you’ve got balls!” I said, “Nah. I’m just too lazy to slow down, knowing there’s a hill climb at the bottom of every hill.”
We were both drenched with sweat when we returned and took our second round of showers for the day. I ended my shower with a few minutes of cool, maybe even cold water, in hopes of cooling down. We made a dinner of hot dogs, which we roasted over the remaining firewood. We also toasted marshmallows again, showing off our perfectly browned accomplishments to one another. As always, I ate a few too many and felt a little sick. I drank some water and was fine after a while. By 9pm, we were both tired enough to hit the sack.
It was still in the high 80’s when we went to bed … making it difficult to enjoy our honeymoon time. We kissed good night and pushed our sleeping bags and bed rolls apart so that our hot, already sweaty skin wasn’t touching each other. Ahhh, paradise.