DAY 71 11/24/2012 In the Tracks of the Gods (On the grounds of The Georgia International Horsepark)

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERARemembering the recommendation from Jimmie at Tsali, we next placed ourselves at the site of the 1996 Olympics, Rings and Flame before the Games.jogready to take on the Mountain Biking Course in Conyers, GA.  The complimentary maps show “bike only”, “horse only” and “shared-use” trails, but don’t grab me by the shoulders and say “this is where the race course was”.   I kept studying but to no avail, I really couldn’t see where the action of 1996 took place, so off we rode.

We started at the bike parking lot right near the steeplechase area.  Incidentally, that’s where we camped, right on the fields of the steeplechase between a fork of two bike trails.   I still don’t know where the start finish areas were for the races, but the moment we entered the woods the riding experience couldn’t have been clearer.  There were “bike only” and “wrong way” signs to ensure you knew where

Here we tramped, bikes rode by until dark.

Here we tramped, bikes rode by until dark.

the course led!  Despite traversing through all different terrain areas, it was always clear where to go.  Riding open grasslands, looping through dense, balsam scented pine groves, old deciduous forests, beside a golf course, over solid granite domes and even through a logged area were all equally easy to follow portions of the race course.  Afterward I looked at a YouTube of the men’s and women’s races from the Olympic Cross-Country races to refresh my memory too!

Jane leads the way!

Jane leads the way!

A smooth narrow line through a field led into the swerving, swooping portion of the woods.  This side by the bike parking was slightly less hilly, switching back and forth providing the lovely adult playground that roller-coasters back and forth to create that big Mt Biker smile.  Weathered camera platforms could be seen in a few technical and key places where I guess they hoped to catch riders passing or working their way to Olympic Fame.  I could almost see Paola Pezzo or  Thomas Frischknecht storming up one of those climbs out of the gullies.  With just over 1000′ of elevation change per lap it was plenty fun.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe other side of the street started almost immediately on the Eastern version of slickrock.  Though bumpier and with more steps, ledges and drops, there are acres of solid rock areas with fading painted arrows to direct your path.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERALunging up those rock climbs offered no chance for rest, then blasting down them was a joyful, jarring, traction-fed feast!  The only reservation was knowing that when the rock ended, you might have to be making a direction change onto a narrow, leaf strewn singletrack.  The overall trail surface on both sides of the road was firm, dry clay with only occasional sprinklings of sand.  Not deep sinking sand, just a dusting to keep you from relaxing too much.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe course was truly a joy to ride.  Jane and I shared the first side nearest the parking, but I was afforded the chance to ride the whole course, “both sides” alone, at my own speed.  No where near my old race-pace, I rode both loops in a little over an hour.  I’ll check the Olympian’s times to see just how slow I was.  Even in my racing days, 1987-93, I only raced expert, so I wouldn’t expect to be anywhere close to the “Gods of the Sport”.  Nice to have ridden in the very same tracks though.

– David

It’s Not All Good

We try to write in a positive, upbeat or optimistic style. Why accentuate the negative when so much good stuff is happening?

However, that may lead readers to believe that the Tramper Voyage is one big ball of constant sunshine. That nothing bad, or even sort-of bad, ever happens. Not true!

To illustrate this point, I will indulge in a completely negative post. Here is a sampling of some of the not-so-great things along the way:

1. Day One, we forgot to pack some important stuff. debbie-downerThe generator, our passports, our bike helmets and the contents therein – gloves, glasses, etc. Also, Jane packed not one pair of reading glasses. (As a bonus, the passports were expired. Fortunately, we found a Postal Service employee who helped us through the renewal-on-the-fly process).

2. We’ve lost a couple of things, mostly laundry. A pair of lavender plaid pajama pants, a 65-year-old hand towel that was my grandmother’s, one grey sock.

3. On a hike in New York, we discovered to our horror, that a half dozen ticks were crawling on us or attached to each of us.

4. On the Kingdom Trails in Vermont, we became hopelessly lost and circled back to the same place 3 times. It also began to hail during the farthest point of the ride.

5. Jane fell on the rocks hiking back down from Sterling Pond in Vermont. Got a nasty scrape on my right forearm. I have a lovely jagged purple line from wrist to elbow.

6. Blog readers already know about this one: We blew a head gasket and were stranded in Rosendale, NY for 2 weeks. Not to mention the enormous repair bill.

7. Jane locked herself out of the trailer (and the truck) while David was out on a bike ride. Usually, we are never apart. Just this one time, David took an extra lap. I managed to pry open a storage door and found a screwdriver but the screws on the trailer entrance door are all burglar proof with nuts or washers on the inside. I waited for David to return and we pulled out one of the screens. This only worked because the windows were open and also because the keys were on a table immediately below the window we pried the screen off of.

8. We’ve been using a friend’s Hiking Trail GPS. We totally missed tracking a couple rides or hikes because we forgot to enter an endpoint to the trail or we only entered one waypoint for the entire day. This is no big thing, though, because mostly we don’t track much.

9. Drove away without the trailer lights hooked up. Fortunately, a friend was following us and gave us a call to let us know that we had no brake lights.

10. David broke a key off in the latch on an outside storage bin and had to be replaced with parts from camping World in NC.

11. Several (poorly made) door latches in side the trailer broke. David promptly fixed them by drilling a screw in to secure them.

12. The 4Runner bumper pinched the right trailer turn signal wire against the hitch and blew a fuse. Again, promptly fixed.

13. David’s butt doesn’t like too much driving.   ‘Nuff said.

14. We have spent the night in a couple of truly ugly campgrounds. Mostly these are private, not in a state or national park. In North Carolina, we pulled into a camp with 6 sites. It was basically a small gravel parking lot in a level space created by scraping a hill out of the way. The only green was the small septic drain field, also used as a dog walk (poop) area.

15. The biggest problem of all: traffic and other drivers! On the New Hampshire/ Massachusetts border a pickup abruptly pulled out halfway across our lane. He was coming out of a bar parking lot and seemed to have no awareness of us as we swerved and screeched. With David at the wheel, already talking about the safety margin driving slower than the speed limit on a mountain downhill, we came out of it without a scratch but our hearts were racing when we were safely on our way again.

So, that’s about it for the negative things. All in all it’s been quite a lovely and trouble free trip.

– Jane

DAY 70, 11/23/2012 John’s Deer

We were lucky enough last night to stumble into a great spot in Oconee National Forest.  The first dirt road we walked into had a group of trailers and hunters who looked settled for Thanksgiving weekend.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOf course, the reason we walk in first is to secure the requisite privacy but also to ensure that I can turn the Tramper-Truck combo around with reasonable ease.

Right about when we had leveled the trailer and were ready to start our fire, a visitor from a nearby campsite drove up.  He was very gracious and quick to allay our fears that we had parked on private property not National Forest.  He was here to hunt and wondered in which direction we’d be hunting!

John gave us a few nice logs from the bed of his pickup for our fire.  We shared a delightful couple hours, looked at pictures of his 4 year old son Wesley, videos of his ski boat planing out at 60 mph, and a competition mud truck he had built.  Just plain fun guy-talking.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Later, in the lovely quiet of a forest dark, we heard rustling ever nearer and nearer the fire. After several hours of this and noting the rustling had been downhill to the left, but later heard way off right, I had to investigate.  First I used the super-bright flashlight, but it revealed no pair of eyes to give away location.  Before the fire died down I grabbed a stick (har har) and walked a bit closer to figure this little rustling thing out.  Well, I think it noticed I was getting closer and it scampered right across the dirt road below the gate.  I had surprised an opossum, so I let him or her continue on their nocturnal way.

In the morning as we were driving out the little dirt road, we stopped at John’s campsite.  He was dressing a dear from his successful dawn hunt.  I am no stranger to anatomy and visited for a bit before we continued.  I know you can’t sell deer meat, but sure had to work hard not to offer to buy some.  Venison sure would have been delicious!

David helped. Jane stayed in the car.

David helped. Jane stayed in the car.

– David

“Our” Beer

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAA surprise appeared in the beer store in Greensboro, NC! Here’s the very image of our Tramper emblazoned on the label of this lovely IPA from Boulevard Brewing in Kansas City, MO.

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Notice the resemblance?

Notice the resemblance? OK, the one on the box is prettier but ours has more ‘character’

Of course, we bought and consumed this beer right away! Although we generally prefer a really dark beer, this IPA was mighty tasty…

Can't wait to try more of these!

Can’t wait to try more of these!

– Jane

DAY 68 11/21/2012 We are in Georgia (Jaw-ja) Now!

After the relaxing walk enjoying Foxfire (see Jane’s post), we needed a place to camp.  Seems like a theme doesn’t it?  Soon, we’ll slow down and camp in one place for more than one day and do trips from that base.  But this night, just before sundown, we crawled the 4Runner up a perilously steep and narrow road leading into Black Rock Mountain State Park.  I even drove right past the gate sign that read “campground full”,  on up to the 3640 ft summit where a narrow campground was perched.

The tradition for RV places is to drive around the loop once and select your site to back or pull into on the next lap.  I often don’t like this, preferring to park and walk through.  Right away, the camp host drove over in his golf cart.  Even in this busy park I “was in luck if I only wanted one night”.  Allen showed us which sites we could choose from and then offered us turkey dinner.  My brief polite refusals were met with insistence.  Jane and I were, of course, hungry.  Not bike or hike hungry, but dinner was on our minds just the same!  My final denial, was met by Allen saying “now don’t you all be hateful”  “sit right down and fix yourself plate of this”.  The freshly cooked turkey, baked beans and biscuits were a delight as the early chill of darkness commenced.

Jane and I were still in single layer long sleeves and not too cold, but laughed later to note some college co-ed campers in hats, gloves, snow pants and parkas.  Kind of reminded us of when we see Maine-ers not wearing a coat while we get cold, except we were the ones who didn’t need extra layers.

Nice time to wake up

Nice time to wake up

Sunrise beginning to look like a volcano. I had no idea exactly where it would rise so this was a nice surprise

Sunrise beginning to look like a volcano. I had no idea exactly where it would rise so this was a nice surprise

My day started in time to take pictures of sunrise from our campsite.  The hardest task is to decide which one to post, so I picked three.

What a way to start the day!

What a way to start the day!

I almost made a “slideshow” of dozens and posted that.  After crawling back to a warm bed until 8, we got up, feasted on eggs-in-a-hat and planned our hike.  It has gotten noticeably warmer as we move South.  The sleeping bag-as-quilt is too warm now, and we’ve noticed massive Rhododendron that seem to have set a second set of blossoms.

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The James Edmund Trail had come up in at least 3 prior conversations so we figured it would be a scenic challenge.

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A view from the trail

A view from the trail

Jane has really built herself some trail legs, hardly stopping throughout our 4 and 1/2 hour hike.  Metrics: a little over 7 miles including 2290′ of ascent, and 1995′ of descent bely the nice feel of the trail.  We both still prefer going up to walking downhill, even if it is a little faster.  Our boots are getting some use and the single pair of trekking poles are presenting their own pros and cons.  (I use ’em like ski poles a lot going down making turns all the while.)

Awe in the sanctuary of nature...

Awe in the sanctuary of nature…

The trail drops down into a valley, climbs to Lookoff Mt, drops down in again, then has to climb all the way back up onto Black Rock Mountain. The peanut butter and jelly feast at the Overlook at Lookoff Mt was a feast topped off with clear cold water.  Boy, we are LIVING!

– David