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What a day! I awoke rested but still feeling some muscle fatigue. Frankenbutt mentioned the same and of course, the Beast, seemed unaffected by the prior day’s biking. Ahh, to be young again. After a less than impressive free hotel breakfast (I know, “beggars can’t be choosers!”), we headed out on the road by 8 am. I was thrilled that the GPS did not direct us to go up the hill we had to hold our brakes in to come down the prior evening. Instead, it had us go over one block and start climbing an almost identical hill! Ugh! It was morning and the climb was tough, but we managed.
We made a pit stop at the Easton, PA Walmart so we could replenish our supply of “Slime” infused inner tubes and to look for a replacement pannier. Luckily, both were in stock and within 10 minutes, I was transferring my unmentionables and riding clothes to the new pannier in the parking lot of Walmart. Nice, huh?
Once we got to the peak, we were rewarded with an amazing view. We all paused and enjoyed it, took a pic and then pedaled on. We saw a sign warning truck drivers to reduce their gear for a downhill 13% grade for the next 2.5 miles. We smiled at one another and told each other we’d see ‘ya at the bottom. We all kept hands on our brakes and our hearts in our stomachs and flew down the hill! It was amazing and scary and I want to do it again!
Too soon the fun was over and the seriously hard climbs began again. We rode out a few more and then came into the town of Stroudsburg. Our GPS said the campground was about 15 miles away. It was only 2pm and I felt a little guilty, figuring we’d have a short day; that I hadn’t done a full day’s work. But, then I thought that it would be nice to let the Beast go swimming while I did laundry. We could also take leisurely showers. I let the guilty feelings go.
Back to the ride … When the GPS directed us to turn onto Airport Rd., I called the office to confirm that we were headed the right way. Good thing I did! The clerk told me that I needed to stay on 209 North for quite a bit further and then turn at the Turkey Hill store. When I told her that we were on bikes, she let out a gasp and told me that from the Turkey Hill to the Campground was almost totally uphill. I sighed and told her “thanks for crushing my spirit in advance.” I meant it. I can pedal on for hours as long as I’m unaware of the harsh stuff ahead.
She didn’t lie. It was sooooooo uphill that none of us could stay on our bikes any length of time. We all ended up riding as far as we could uphill, jumping off and pushing our bikes up. FYI, it was 4pm when we turned at the Turkey Hill store. It was 6 pm when we got to the campground which was only 6 miles from there.
Apparently, I did get rested last week. I just didn’t get fully healed. The groin muscle pull flared up and then I got shooting pains up my back and down my right leg. Soon, my right leg was having trouble clearing my seat when I threw it over the top of my bike to re-start riding. Ugh. I apologized to the Beast and Frankenbutt and found myself in tears from the pain and frustration. They were both patient but I felt that I’d let them down. I announced that I’m just not a long distance rider. I corrected myself and said, I can ride long distances as long as they’re flat or downhill … the uphills just wear me down both physically and mentally.