One of the joys of these bike trips is reuniting with old friends and telling “do you remember “ stories about out adventures. Well, after today, we have a lot more stories. Our planned 46 mile ride to Ticonderoga turned into a 55 mile ride because of a detour. Fortunately, the roads on the detour were very nice biking roads, just longer. We climbed 3500 feet, including one 17 percent grade that most of us walked, we had several flat tires, one on my bike, and two people fell in the mud riding across the grass to the motel! Oh, yes, and I lost a crown. We dealt with a root canal once in Montana, so I’m sure I can get the crown reattached somewhere in the next few days. Still no ice cream.
Fixing bikes and recuperating after one of our long climbs. The good part about climbing is that you also get great downhill runs.
Not a sign you want to see. A couple of people rode down to the construction site, but the workers were very firm about no bikers climbing down a 14 foot ditch.
I was too busy panting up hills and flying down to take any more pictures.
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