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DAYS 65 & 66 – 11/18-19/2012 Mountain Bike Double

A few days ago, we were looking for a place to camp for the night. When we arrived at the campground we’d found on the map, it was closed. For the season. Darkness was falling rapidly. Finding a place to camp and then parking the camper is many times more difficult when it’s dark. We really did not want to drive on into the night.

So, we called the phone number on the campground sign. David, in his charming way, explained a little bit about our plight and darned if the sweet little old lady who owned the campground didn’t invite us to park on her nearby front lawn! Amazing!

The Tramper spent the night in Miss Pauline's front yard.

The Tramper spent the night in Miss Pauline’s front yard.

Miss Pauline was as cute as she could be, but she wasn’t a total idiot. A relative was also living on the property so I guess this gave her confidence in offering her land. She was also most likely ‘packin’. Probably had a 12-gauge behind the front door. In the mountains of western North Carolina? Oh, yes she was!

Well, on to the reason for this post: We did 2 amazingly fun mountain bike rides 2 days in a row. The 2 areas were amazingly similar. Both were along the shores of reservoir lakes in western North Carolina’s Great Smoky Mountains.

Ride number 1 – Tsali Trails in the Nantahala National Forest

Tsali trails

Tsali trails

Ride number 2 – Jackrabbit Trails, also in Nantahala National Forest (do I hear Mountain Bike Weekend 2013 in the works?)

Such fun we had! Whoop-dee-d00’s, roller coaster banked turns and sweeping s-turns. The trails were really well built and really fast. So fast that I often felt like I was following the White Rabbit down the rabbit hole. A bit disoriented, not knowing what was to come next but going with it. The Tsali trail was also often at the edge of a precipice, made higher because of the drought that’s been going on in this part of the country.

Jackrabbit trails

Jackrabbit trails

It will be interesting to see how I do when we return to Baltimore and ride the Merriman’s trail again. That trail is a barometer for me. We’ve been getting so much exercise…

 

 

 

David found a pile of rocks to climb.

Click the photo and you'll see David near the top.

Click the photo and you’ll see David near the top.

 

Down one side and up the other

Down one side and up the other

 

That's my hubby!

That’s my hubby!

My legs are jelly. My arms are tired. My butt, well let’s just say it’s tired, too. As the sun sets on another couple of great rides, it’s time to climb in the 4Runner and take the Tramper on to the next stop… Georgia!

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– Jane

DAY 55, 11/8/2012 Back on the ROAD!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe are back in our groove.  The truck runs well, better than before.  The oil is as clean as honey having been changed 4 times now since our August purchase.  First was at home upon my greeting it to our fleet.  Next, was “early” at about 800 miles in Maine as a rinse-out treat still being a new vehicle to me.  Then because the head gasket blew, #3 was in Rosendale, NY.  Finally I did one extra in Towson to rinse out any water or antifreeze contaminants following the NY repair.  Silly me, now it can be at each 3000miles; but I sure hope its all enough…

More importantly here we go!  We drove South.  Southwest really, right through Harpers Ferry and down parallel to Skyline Drive.

A fearsome shark(dinosaur?). Don't worry, he's behind a fence.

A fearsome shark(dinosaur?). Don’t worry, he’s behind a fence.

Near Front Royal we turn South, but first a trip to Dinosaur Land.

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A gaping dinosaur convinces Jane to stop for a photo

We might have driven up and into that beautiful ridge had we not delayed so long in the New York Fall.  Leaves are more abundant here, yet still brown-grey is a dominant color.  We see temperatures in the 60’s in Central VA and North Carolina, so Jane will be buffeted by gentle weather soon.

We detoured to a very nice county park to mountain bike with an old friend at Preddy Creek, VA.  The trails were well sculpted, following terrain lines around and lulling our ride at near the same elevation in a gentle 3-4 mile loop.  It is a multi-use example of how trails can support differing users and remain sustainable while still being great fun.  The older original trails there are noticeably different, some slashed by 4 wheelers with no regard to drainage.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThese showed signs of erosion and will soon be addressed by the Mt bike volunteers.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAll cities and counties could take a lesson from here or Franklin Falls, NH where bikers see trail work as part of the investment in their sport and health.

The end of the day prompted our next question: Where should we camp?  we drove South until fatigue was overwhelmed by better sense.  Stop soon!  Drove into Misty Mountain Campground where after hours check-in could have put us next to several “Rock-Star buses” (Big RV’s) for $34 per night.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERANot this time.  We don’t need water, electric or anything other than sleep.  We floated down from Rockfish Gap toward Waynesboro and landed in an abandoned school parking lot.

The school is available for lease or sale if you have an interest in this area.  We slept great.  I loved the first two or three trains that blasted their presence in the mid-night chill.  Somehow the other four or five were less romantic.  I did sleep very well through 7:30 and suggested this WiFi breakfast at Big Apple Bagels.

Preddy Creek trails

Preddy Creek trails

Oddly lost was the Big Apple frosty sales pitch; our cashier was warmly Southern as he greeted and oriented us as first time guests.  Even giving us the complimentary mini muffins with a true listening smile.

Jane and I find ourselves right back in the groove wondering and asking locals; where should we go tomorrow?

– David

 

 

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We "camp" at an abandoned school

We “camp” at an abandoned school

Autumn in New York

Millie & Les - my parents

Millie & Les – my parents

My parents had close friends who moved to New York.  Many an Autumn, they would take us kids to visit and enjoy the fall beauty.

It just so happens that David & I are now stuck in New York a little longer than we thought. The town of Rosendale couldn’t be more supportive and helpful during Sandy, the big storm bearing down on us as I write.

Also, my mom and dad loved Frank Sinatra. So, with time on my hands, I made this little tribute slideshow.

– Jane

DAY 43: 10/27/2012 The Calm Before

a still night after a long ride

a still night after a long ride

After our ride Saturday, we enjoyed sweet calm and a near-full moon over the campsite.  A beautiful sunrise snuck gleaming under the cloudline.  Here we are in Rosendale “awaiting the storm”.  Various caring family and friends worry that we should rent a car and come home (or some variant).

We’ve decided to stay our course here in NY.  Rushing South will not guarantee that we don’t wind ourselves right into the worst part of the storm or a frenzied car accident.  We are on high ground, over 100′ above the river, have inspected for dead trees and branches, and bolted down the solar panel.  I’ve found a piece of plywood to cover it with and we are willing to run or drive for better shelter as necessary.  We have a good new friend in Jason with us here, who, unlike us has a vehicle in case we should need to evacuate.

With that in mind, today was partially a cleanup/batten-down preparation day.  However, in spite of the eternal grey skies, we fully charged our solar batteries, have a full tank of propane, and have stored 5-7 days worth of water.  We will be better off than some even if power is out.  I saved the food from our freezer in Baltimore last Summer during the derecho using this camper’s propane refrigerator.  “We’re good”.

On to the day post, Jane and I did a killer bike ride Saturday.  ‘Manah-manah’ part two.  Actually the park we biked to (no car, remember) is called Mohonk Preserve.  The showcase of which is Mohonk Mountain House on the top of a mountain.  I think the showcase is the Mountain and Preserve.

The Mohonk Mountain House (perhaps the back view)

The Mohonk Mountain House (perhaps the back view)

The Mountain House looks like a 10 story compromise between decades of differing opinions.  There is a turret, a peaked roof, German timber/stucco style and innumerable other features.

Surely rife with luxury.   If the tennis court and golf course didn’t belie the depth of indulgence

A little trick for when you don't have a map: take a photo and you can scroll around it on your camera for details

A little trick for when you don’t have a map: take a photo and you can scroll around it on your camera for details

available, then the massage therapist who gave us directions or the Wheelhouse with its fleet of new Specialized Rockhopper bikes for rent lent a clue.

Our ride carried us just beyond that distant 'squared' notch near the Trapps access area.

Our ride carried us just beyond that distant ‘squared’ notch near the Trapps access area.

Funny story about the phrase; “on top of a mountain”.  Some years ago, Jane was riding with me in Susquehanna State Park.

Jane rolls the carriage trails at Mohonk

Jane rolls the carriage trails at Mohonk

We were weaving our mountain bikes up and down on the ridge along the river when fatigue overwhelmed her.  We had climbed and clawed our way up and down the 2-300 ft. elevation single track trail more than a dozen times headed back to the car.  Then, while climbing yet again, my exhausted Jane cried:  “WHERE is the parking lot? on the top of a F-ing MOUNTAIN?”  Today, once again our goal was on the top of a mountain.  You really need to hike or ride from a valley to a mountaintop sometime to understand.

The Shawangunks are an eastern climbong mecca, seen as we biked back on the Under Cliff Trail

The Shawangunks are an eastern climbong mecca, seen as we biked back on the Under Cliff Trail

This is likely a frequent view Jane is stuck with

This is likely a frequent view Jane is stuck with

I always think of Ski Roundtop or Ski Liberty in Pennsylvania as small mountains with about 600′ elevation change.  The lifts make it seem so short, I ski down in 1 and  ½ minutes (and thats not racing).  Well, hike up or bike up a 600′ elevation gain and you know its a nice long way.  The summit at Mohonk Mt. is ~1275′, several of the dips we went down into were 600′, and our little town of Rosendale sits at about 200′ above sea level.

We biked up that road down there by the barn to get this view from the top

We biked up that road down there by the barn to get this view from the top

We peddled up over a thousand feet to get up there.  The views and carriage roads made it worth it.  Then the sweep back downhill to town also repaid us in swift glee.

A downhill smile, after hours of climbing!

A downhill smile, after hours of climbing!

Ah Rosendale.  I don’t think I’ve given Rosendale the delightful credit it deserves.  We went to the Rosendale Theater Friday to see an enthusiastic, interactive Rocky Horror Picture Show.  Funny that thing won’t die.  Proving a good diversion and exposing a vibrant true community theater.  Rosendale bought the place and keeps it going with other more mainstream productions including dance, opera and plays at the edge of the Big Apple.

The town has a main street, great bike shop, barber shop, guitar shop, antique store, three convenience stores, two gas stations, a laundromat, several bars, an organic grocer and an earthy feel under the Northeast cautious attitude (also known as chill).

Main Street, Rosendale, NY

Main Street, Rosendale, NY

It has a groove, I think I could live in a place this size.

– David

DAY 34 – 10/18/2012 Mountain Biking in New Hampshire: Franklin Falls

As you may recall, a guiding principle of the Tramper Voyage is fun.  Bike, hike, paddle, ski, gawk, shop?, listen and learn.  See a few sights, walk a few walks, visit a few museums and junk stores (good places to grab or drop off a book or get kitchen tools).

Spontaneity is our technique.  Ask, “where should we go today?”  See something on the map.  Check out the best small-road diagonals.  Or, better yet, just see it on the side of the road.  Can’t tell you how many times our 8000 lb rig rolls by as I brake safely to search for a good place to turn around.  (the lobs-tah guys place, the Second Chance junk store where I found a BSA/Scoutmaster hat, many campgrounds, gas stations, bathrooms, and on and on…)

Another tool of course is the internet via our Macbook.  We have a subscription to Singletracks.com .  Jane scored an excellent find in the mountain bike trails at Franklin Falls in New Hampshire.  We easily found the parking lot and trailhead, which is not always so easy.  100 feet into the woods I agonized over whether to go back and grab another electronic gadget.  (not always guaranteed to enhance your enjoyment of your life or endeavor)  John (traveler PT) had loaned me his Garmin GPS and I rode out knowing I’ll never learn anything by leaving it in the cupboard.

Serendipity.  We met Josh and Jamie at their parked cars just finished “blowing off” the trails.

Our gracious "hosts"

Our gracious “hosts”

Their Husqvarna backpack blower had taken a toll on their backs, but left the trails buffed-clean for our enjoyment.

Their insider’s hint on riding their trails led us in through Rogue, Whaleback, Mighty Chicken, Bee Trail, Old Ledge, Salmon Brook (harrowing-tight-rocky-rooty-switchbacks), then back up Pine Snake.  The trails are managed and maintained by NEMBA (local clubs do a LOT of work for access and environmental cooperation in the Mountain Bike world).

My "lovely wife and I share a lovely ride" (me riding one-handed with camera)

My “lovely wife and I share a lovely ride” (me riding one-handed with camera)

The Old Bench

The Old Bench

These trails were sinuous, weaving through pines, sometimes bench cut, using the terrain artfully, undulating up and down curves and plummeting

If you feel up to it...

If you feel up to it…

down a corkscrew (the Mighty Chicken is crafted as well or better than Tap-and-Die at the Kingdom trails, VT where they charge money for trail access). We had a great ride.  Rode slower, looked around more than usual and tracked the trails by GPS trying to learn about the “little electronic device”.  We bore our tired legs to the next place to dock the Tramper,  Manah-Manah! (think Sesame street)

We parked up in Monadnock State Park, NH but couldn’t keep from calling it Manah-Manah!  Even first thing in the morning before coffee:  Manah-Manah!

-David

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