Monday we packed, since Sunday was too busy. By the time everything was ready, it was 11:00! I had been hoping to leave then, but we would have hardly gotten anywhere, and we still needed to stop at the store! Tuck finally convinced me to leave Tuesday morning, like he had wanted to since the beginning...
We left around 9:00 and it didn't seem to take long to get out of the city. Shortly after that, we started riding on slow rolling hills. Route 16 was pleasant riding. Wide shoulders and gentle hills.
Around lunchtime we stopped in a little cemetery right along the route.
That is where we discovered that we had forgotten to slice the bread before leaving! Tuck's Leatherman included a serrated blade, so we managed to slice the bread for sandwiches with that. As you can see, the bread is MUCH bigger than the blade!
We also partook of mashed muffins...
The frozen baked beans worked well as an ice-pack for my knee. It was doing well, but was a little warm when we stopped for lunch.
I had been using a brace while riding...and it seemed to help support it quite a bit.
Tuck's rig in the graveyard...
My rig against a gravestone...
I used this little old-fashioned pump to wash our utensils...
First I had to prime it, and then pump like mad. Soon the cool, clear water came gushing....
Some random scenery we passed...
Farms are so picturesque...
Skipping stones at a small creek along the way...
We took Freedom Road between Freedom and Centerville....and won't do it again. I have never experienced hills like that before or since! They were near the end of the day, and I was wearing out. I ended up getting nauseous from the exertion...and that had never happened to me before...
I laid down in a random yard for a few minutes so that we could continue on.
At the top of one of the monsters....Tuck had to help me get my bicycle up this hill, since I was feeling so sick. Oh, well, I guess he is in better condition than I am..
We had to walk our bikes to the top here...it was too steep to pedal.
Quite a lovely view from the top, though!
Here is a view behind us, of the hill we had flown down....and the impossible incline we ended up walking....after we scaled it!
In Centerville (I think) we stopped at "Uncle Tom's Kabinn" for a couple gallons of water.
We no longer were riding on 16, but were navigating random backroads for the time. It was on one of those back roads that Tuck found a very secluded camping spot. We followed a creek bed off the road, and climbed up a bank into an opening in the woods. Tuck stomped down weeds so we could set up the tents, and we ate baked-bean sandwiches for supper. I took a swim in the creek, and then went to bed, too tired for anything else.
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