Killer Hill and Crash Finish Us Off

Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
Trip End Aug 21, 2011

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MountainView Campground

Flag of United States  , New Jersey
Monday, August 22, 2011

We spent a lazy morning basking in glorious morning sunshine on the porch of our cabin. We had a lot of ice cream and popcorn to burn off and were not sure that a gentle 44 mile ride would do so. Indeed, after 40 miles of flatish riding through relaxed American towns, we were feeling tired from 22 days of cycling without a rest but not on our knees.

When we reached Bloombury, another very pleasant village, we stopped for a last drinks stop before heading out the last couple of miles to the campsite in Little York.  Here we met some very enthusiastic teenagers who were loving our story from Los Angeles and a wonderful father and son from Punjab in India.  They owned the shop and we had a great chat with them about our time in India, the son translating for his father as we went.  They waved us off and at this point in the day we thought we were home and dry.  Oh, how quickly things can change on a bike.

Immediately we started going up a hill.  MountainView Campsite promised a lovely wooded site but we maybe should have read more into the name.  We both displayed extreme hill rage as we battled up an impossible gradient.  It forced us to stop and rest and even involved some pushing of the bikes.  Half an hour later, we were furious that the last couple of miles of an easy ride  had caused us such pain.  What we didn't know is that there was another sting in the tail. 

Having reached the top we then turned off for the campsite and the road not only started going very steeply down but it turned to a gravel track.  Downhill on gravel is a bad combination with such heavy bikes and we skidded down with the brakes fully on and grinding away at the wheels.  Then, without any warning, my front and only brake detached itself from the cable.  I hurtled down the track completely out of control, accelerating with every second that passed.  There was only one option and that was to angle the bike into a grass bank and dive off.  It was painful to say the least but no major damage was done.  The panniers flew off and the bike landed in a tangle. 

We walked the last mile and finally found Mountainview Campground where Ernie and his wife made us feel very welcome.  He supplied us with a couple of bundles of wood for a campfire and left us for a night alone out in the forest.  Not a good end to the day but with only one long ride left tomorrow we are almost there.

Miles Cycled:  47 but the last three felt like 100 more

Number of Times beeped at sworn at: one shake of the fist
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