Spending another weekend in Buckeye, I cycled a quick 15 yesterday. As I was nearing my turn-around point, I saw another solo woman cyclist. She was distracted and at a glance, I sensed that a greeting would simply float past in her wake as she cycled past. What a shame. It’s so much fun to chat with the folks on the trail. It’s especially fun to schmooze with other women I classify as bold and brave and adventurous because they are solo epic-touring cyclists. But you never know who’s who, until you stop and chat. oh well.
I cycled on, turning around at Jack Horner’s Corner, in Seebert and zipped home. The last 1.5 miles, it poured. It was that kinda day, but it looked like I might have a couple of hours to piddle down the trail and back, so it really didn’t matter. It’s July and the temps were in the low 70′s. So a cool rain at the tail end of a cycle was a bit like finding a four leaf clover growing beside the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow It was a good day because I got to cycle for 15 miles even though it rained 22 of the 24 hours. Then the clothes got peeled off, and I got dried off and fought off a “snooze” because a chicken fried steak was calling me over at the Greenbrier grill. After fighting the temptation for a good half hour, I caved and went for it.
Topping the steps at the Grill, I saw the touring cyclist. Mentioned that I’d seen her on the trail, and the “focus” she seemed to hold on the trail fell away. We began chatting and decided to have dinner together. She had had a vexing experience prior to me seeing her earlier and we got to chat about it. As it turned out, she hadn’t had a “host” put her up in a few days and was about to book a room at the Inn. After her vexing experience, It seemed like a friendly host might be a better idea. The problem was that our house is under repairs and our hot water heater is on the front porch, waiting for it’s replacement to arrive and I couldn’t even offer her a warm shower She didn’t care.
We had a lovely chat, shared cookies hot from the oven, and heated water on the stove to take the iciness out of a bathtub stingily filled with well-water. We chatted about our touring experiences and she got her laundry done. It was a nice visit. OH, the other odd thing about the house right now….. no interior doors on the bedrooms. That means my LOUD snoring blared throughout the house. Hopefully, the many miles she covered yesterday put her into a deep sleep and she wasn’t awakened.
This morning, we decided that I’d cycle the first few miles with her and see her on her way. When Warm Showers hosts have done this with me, it was very special. A young lady we encountered on the trail today shot the photo of Demi and I. Thanks Maya. If you click on the photo, you’ll see that it says,”Photo by Maya”. Today was the first time I got to do the “duet” as a host, instead of a guest. It’s just as special either way. Actually, I enjoyed it so much that I cycled up to the tunnel with her, and got a good 30 miles in. The result: the worst leg cramps I’ve ever had. re-hydration and some naproxin sodium took care of that. It would be nice if the relief continues through through the night.
On the return trip from the tunnel, I finally saw a venomous snake on the trail. Right at the tunnel was a 14 inch copperhead. It was pretty sedate and heading away from the trail, so I just cycled on. Sorry not to provide a photo.
Go make your own breeze and remember: if you’re not having fun, you’re in the wrong gear.