Below is my letter to you. But above it are some pictures out of place. Sorry, iPhone editing issues.
Below I am looking down I one of the switchbacks I just rode up.
Dear Friends and Family,
We have ridden by some lovely sites and arrived at campgrounds with wonderful surprises.
Ohiopyle to Frostburg was a long ride of 57 miles. Though the sites were amazing I was pretty tired.
The Great Allegheny Passage Rail Trail, GAP, in that area was a very gradual climb over the great divide. When building the railroad they mad deep cuts into the cliffs so as I road I was exposed to interesting rock formations and waterfalls on my right, down to my left as the Youghiogheny river sometimes calm and sometimes flowing swiftly sending sounds of rushing waters to us on the trail. On the opposite side of the river was an active railroad. The trains seemed to roar and whistle by every half hour. Sometimes when they approached if I were in the right part of the bend in the river valley, it sounded like the train was coming fast right behind me. Though my logical mind kept telling me there was no track on this side of the river, my emotional mind really wanted to turn around and make sure.
Here are some pictures from that day.
I was tired of riding and was looking forward to the continental divide where I would get to start riding downhill.
There is no cell service most of the time on the trail, so I was glad when I got a text from Joan. It meant I was getting close to Frostburg, a college town and our next stop. She wanted to let me know we had an option of getting a bed in the bunk house.
Hmmm, was I going to go another night without sleep because there were strangers all around me?
Frostburg is up on the hill. They have built a serpentine trail and decorated it with metal art to make our ascent easier.
When I arrived at the inn and campground, there was a several story ramp to ascend to where Joan was standing on a deck with a big smile on her face. She then showed me the three more stories of ramp plus more we couldn’t see to get to the campground part of this place. She opened the door and told me the owner had promised no other persons would be coming that night. We had the bunkhouse to ourselves!
Beds, firm beds and lovely pillows. Warm showers and clean facilities for $30 each. Sold! We were both happy. The night in Ohiopyle The bed was so soft and I just tried sleeping on my camping mattress on the floor, but didn’t sleep enough.
After unloading our bikes and showering we asked directions from the owner of the inn to a nearby restaurant. Down the ramp and up up up stairs and a hill to get to the downtown just a few blocks away. Joan and I were both surprised at how our legs screamed on that climb.
Well it is dark and we are riding 60 miles tomorrow. I don’t have time to fix the order of the pictures right now.