Day 4 + 5 (June 1st/2nd 2016 – a day late) Mineral – Charlottesville VA; 50 miles

After yesterday’s ride, I opted to forgo writing an entry and instead chose to go to a bar with the group. The traumatization of the day was still too fresh and I did not want to relive the ride by writing about it. But now that it’s a new morning, I finally feel comfortable talking about it. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but boy was it a doozy. It started out with a breakfast made by yours truly and the other Keane of the trip, Katherine (pancakes, eggs, oatmeal), then we set out for the road.

The first 15 miles were rolling and tough, but doable because it was still morning and relatively cool. Once the sun and heat let us know they were there, the intensity level went up. We’re still considered “in the foothills” of the Appalachians, however, it feels like we forged through the entire mountain. We went up so many hills where I was in my lowest gear and I still felt like I was working insanely hard. I’m terrified to see what the actual mountains are going to have in store for us. Sheena and I stuck together, taking frequent breaks, particularly after long uphills in the sun. We stopped at a high school to dry our tents out and to enjoy the AC. The principal of the school warned us about an upcoming road that was treacherous and that we were crazy for trying to ride on. She said she wouldn’t even drive on it in her car. She explained to us an alternate route, however, it would add 3 miles into the trip. At that point, 3 miles was an marathon so we opted to take our chances. It was really reassuring how much this woman warned us.

We were chased by a few more dogs today, however, pepper spray was not needed. Cousin Keane told us a handy trick – slow down and stop, the fun of the chase will end and the dog will go away. It worked. Brains obviously run in the Keane clan’s genes. We also whipped out the GPS more frequently if we were 100% positive about the route. We did not want what happened to Sheena yesterday to happen again 😳.

Leading into Charlottesville, we were riding on a road named Rolling Rd. It was very appropriately named due to the amount of rolling hills. Up and down for miles. Sheena thought a different name would be more appropriate, however, due to the PG content of this blog, her creative name has to be omitted. After surviving Rolling Rd, we reached the one the principal warned us about – Rt 53. At first it was fine with a relatively small shoulder. After a short while that shoulder disappeared into a 5 ft ditch and traffic started piling up behind us. Because it was so windy and hilly, here were many blind curves that made it dangerous to pass. That, along with the very likely possibility that one jerk of the handlebars will leave you very unhappy in a ditch, was extremely unnerving. We stopped at the side when we could to let cars pass, but that required getting back on the bike on a hill. Not fun. Sheena chose to walk her bike up, but I kept trudging on. One hill, right by Monticello, I will never forget. It was so steep and long that I had my first break down. Though I kept it together and didn’t cry, I just wanted to get off my stupid bike and throw it in traffic. I came across a bridge and stayed under it until Sheena came. We sat under it for a good 30 min, contemplating why we were putting ourselves through this torture. But those feelings of defeat gave way to laughs, because what else are you going to do in a situation like that but grin and bear it. 53 gave way to a bonafide highway, at which point I thought screw it I’m taking the first right to get off this death trap. Turns out it was the correct turn! My impeccable sense of direction triumphs again. After getting off that road, we knew we only had 2.5 miles to go, so Sheena and I went to the first bar we came across to decompress.

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When we finally rolled into camp, it was reassuring to know that other riders had the same experiences as us. We were not the only ones dying on the hills and traumatized by the windy death roads. We all survived unscathed, though some more bruised.

We have an off day today in Charlottesville. It is much needed not only to rest weary legs, but also to mentally prepare for what’s coming ahead. Looking at the elevation changes on the map, it makes what we did the last couple days look like a cake walk. I’m planning on going to the post office to ship back non essential items to make the trek a little lighter. We are also going to do laundry, hit up a bike shop, and trip to find a spot with wifi to finally watch Game of Thrones (though Facebook already spoiled it for me). Looking forward to the relaxation!

Sheena’s Corner: I hate Virginia. It is not for lovers.
Which would hurt less? Getting hit by a truck going slow, or a car going fast? My phone is not charging, so I am using it for emergency only until I get it fixed. If I die, Emilie will mention it in Sheena’s corner on that day’s entry

Total miles (unclear, different people got different numbers): 49-53 miles
Max MPH: 38.3 (it was awesome)

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Day 3 (May 31 2016) Ashland – Mineral VA; 62 miles

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Well today was brutal. One of those days where you definitely question yourself “why did I think this was a good idea again?”. But rolling into camp after a hard ride is definitely gratifying and accomplishing. Truly like no other feeling. Today we ran into major hills, as we are entering the foothills of the Appalachians. They were rolling and definitely steep. And going downhill, though easy and extremely fast, was discouraging because I knew I had to make up that distance plus some with an uphill. But I had music playing to distract me. The hills today make me extremely wary of what’s to come. But that’s another day and something to worry about later! All that matters is another day down.

So far my kickstand and bike computer broke completely. Kickstand was heavy and basically useless so no loss there, but the computer was my lifeline. Now I won’t know exact mileage or MPH which is annoying but I’ll fix it later.

We saw a couple near accidents where cars were avoiding us but almost ran into oncoming traffic. Definitely terrifying for all parties involved. Also, yesterday I forgot to mention that we experienced our first dog chase. A dog came running from a yard, and I thought he had an electric fence that would stop him. He didn’t. He ran top speed right at us. Realized he wasn’t going to stop, I let out a scream and reached for my pepper spray. Likely terrified by my high pitched squeal, he stopped and returned back home.

We ran into a few locals who were extremely nice and receptive towards us and our trip. Of note was Jodi, who flagged us down right before a turn. She said she passed us on the road and decided to greet us with gifts of water, apples, oranges, and soda. It was right after a few treacherous climbs and was definitely a spirit and morale boost. Her son is currently hiking the Appalachian Trail so she can relate to our struggles in a motherly way. Thanks Jodi! We also had a stranger at a gas station buy us a few bottles of ice water. Talk about southern hospitality!

I was on cooking duty tonight with my “long lost cousin”, Katherine. We decided to do Memorial Day a day late with burgers, fries, and salad/chips. We are staying at a farm just outside of Mineral, VA whose owner was kind enough to let us stay for the night with use of his house. He hosts TransAm cyclists frequently and is extremely generous. He has two dogs so I got my dog fix for the day. And the stars are incredible. I have never seen so many so so bright and clear before!.

Today was extremely hot and sunny, so sunscreen was used abundantly, though the sweat made it run right off. The rain from the past few days was greatly missed. We passed by the beautiful Lake Anna and jumped in, in full bike gear, to cool off. It definitely did the trick, though I left my sunglasses there. But they were all scratched so the lake can claim them. Tomorrow is a lighter day (mileage) however, longer steeper hills are to be expected. How delightful!

Sheena’s corner: Made a wrong turn. Ended up with an 80.5 mile day. (She rocked it)

Total mileage: 62.3/80.5
Max speed: 31.3 MPH

Day 2 (May 30 2016) Jamestown – Ashland VA; 68 miles

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Happy Memorial Day! Though it would’ve been awesome to celebrate down the jersey shore, riding through the battlefields of VA was definitely a humbling way to appreciate the holiday. One of the highlights of the day was riding past a man running with a stroller full of American flags as well as the uniform of a fallen soldier. Unfortunately, because we passed him after we realized what he was doing, we were unable to ask him about his story.

Today was a rainy Monday with intermittent downpours. Of course the rain started the minute I woke up and had the thought “well, time to break down camp”. Luckily, it cleared up before dinner (pizza!). We started in Jamestown and ended in Ashland, a little less than 70 miles. We continued on the Virginia Capitol Trail until right before Richmond and it was a beautiful traffic free ride. We had lunch at Mama Lonnie’s, a little mom and pop convenience store whose owners were extremely accommodating. We encountered many rolling hills that took a toll on us by the end of the ride. Thank god for rest breaks and pop tarts. Luckily the trial was well marked with TransAm 76 signs that came in handy, so much so that we only had to resort to GPS a handful of times. Plus my map skills are definitely starting to improve (woo!).

My aunt Carol and uncle Fred came to visit after dinner and it was great seeing them. They offered for us to stay at their house tomorrow night at Lake Anna, unfortunately, we are riding further west 😦 They saved us and took us to CVS for some essentials and warned us about the upcoming doom of Blue Ridge. We were going to visit a brewery conveniently located right next to the campsite, but we were too beat from today’s ride.
Also, fun fact of the day, we are sharing camp with a couple from New Zealand who are doing the TransAm bike race. Essentially, it is a group of crazies who race across the country on the same trail as us. They are departing from Yorktown June 2nd. Because they are planning on finishing the whole trail in 35 days, they will definitely pass us later on. A group is also departing from Oregon that same day. Can’t wait to see them speed past us. If you have an hour and a half to kill, there is a documentary on Netflix about the race called Inspired to Ride. It is absolutely insane.

Sheena’s Corner: Today Sheena had the brilliant idea of plugging her phone into an outlet that housed a hornets nest. And somehow she convinced me to get it. I achieved the target unstung!
Spending Memorial Day riding through battlefields was incredibly special
So happy I bought fenders
“Em, possum… possum… You’re going to run over that possum….POSSUM” *screams (Emilie, not Sheena)*
Stupid knees (Sheena has been having issues with her TFL, luckily she has a licensed physical therapist as a good friend)
Sheena had a very enlightening explanation of the 7 Days Battle. “Oh, I actually know this one! I know this part of history! It was a short battle in the civil war. No revolutionary war, well one of those. And it only lasted 7 days”. Of note, Sheena is an engineer, not a historian.
Distance: 68.57 miles

Time on bike: 5 hours 35min

Avg speed: 12.2 MPH

max speed: 27.9 MPH

Total odometer: 100 miles

Day 1 (May 29th 2016) Yorktown – Jamestown, VA 44 miles

 

Day one is in the books! Today we went from Williamsburg east to the official start of the trail, Yorktown, and headed back west to Jamestown. In total, it was a little over 40 miles. A nice easy start to the beginning of the trip. There were some rolling hills that weren’t the worst and it rained intermittently throughout the day, adding a refreshing element to the ride.

My parents met us in Yorktown with Addie, where I had to say goodbye. It may have been a tearful goodbye, but it was raining, so the world
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The strange coincidence of the day was receiving a text from my high school friend, Val, stating that she had seen me riding. She is visiting Williamsburg for the weekend. What’re the chances?!

Camp is all set up, I’m showered, and waiting for dinner (veggie chicken pasta). Tomorrow is calling for rain, but fingers crossed they’re wrong!

Distance: 43.64 miles
Time on bike: 2 hours 33 min
Avg speed: 12.3 MPH
max speed: 26.4 MPH
Sheena’s corner: I can’t believe I’m missing Game of Thrones tonight. And there is a bug flying around me for like 15 minutes. I don’t know where it is *Sheena has been getting attacked by bugs all night*

12 hour countdown! (May 28, 2016)

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The time has come! Tomorrow morning is the start of our 76 day ride. The months of preparation and endless anxiety have finally given way to the adventure of a lifetime. We had orientation today, where we met our fellow cyclists and leaders. Everyone is awesome and we’re all pumped to achieve the final goal together. We went over day to day life on the bike, cooking groups, and reading maps.

I had to say goodbye to Addie today, however, luckily for me, she will see me tomorrow morning in Yorktown before the official start. That is surely when the tears will start flowing.

Sheena’s corner: I got stuck with the frying pan 😡