Packed up and ready to ride |
Sometime
during the night I realized that my inflatable sleeping had a small leak
because I woke up feeling my shoulders and butt pressing against the cold ground.
I added more air so I could comfortably sleep and repeated the above steps two
or three more times during the night.
As I
emerged from my sleeping bag and tent around six in the morning, I realized
that this was the first time in over nine years that I had camped alone. I
often cycle and hike alone but had not camped alone overnight since an
overnight backpacking trip in the West Virginia Dolly Sods Wilderness in June
of 2007. I had not camped alone while on a cycling trip in over forty years.
I knew before leaving on this trip that my stove’s gas canister was almost empty
but decided not to carry a second canister because I knew that running out of
fuel might be an inconvenience but, in the warmth of early August, would not be
a safety issue. It turned out that I had enough fuel to boil water for last
night’s dinner and this morning’s oatmeal but ran out while boiling water for a
cup of coffee. So as not to go without my morning cup of Joe, I used a heat tab
from my emergency supply to finish heating a cup of water to boiling for
coffee.
Outside the Cumberland Trail Connection |
I was cycling again by 7:45 AM and
rolled into Cumberland about an hour and fifteen minutes later. I stopped at the Cumberland Trail Connection
where I purchased a few souvenir decals and an ice cold bottle of Snapple Iced
Tea. Then I rode over to the National Park Service visitor center where I
washed my hands and face in the restroom, filled up both of my water bottles
with cold water from the water fountain, and bought a souvenir pin, patch, and
hiking staff medallion. While cycling around the area I snapped some photos,
including picture of the iconic brass sidewalk inlay marking the beginning of
the Great Allegheny Passage.
The iconic GAP inlay |
As I rode out of Cumberland and
reached the section of the Great Allegheny Passage that more or less parallels
the Western Maryland Scenic Railroad, I started gaining the elevation I had
dreaded. As I stopped for rest breaks at milepost 5 and 11, I was glad I was
riding in the cooler morning before the real August heat and humidity of the afternoon
set in.
Not long after my mile 11 rest stop,
I passed three cyclists off to the side of the trail, one of them fixing a
flat. As I rode by I asked them if they needed anything. They said they did
not, so I didn’t stop. In less than half a mile, however, I realized that my
rear tire going flat. I surmised that there must have been some sharp debris on
the trail that cause both me and the other cyclist to experience a flat within
the same half mile section of trail.
Since I was about only five miles from the end of my ride, however, I
decided to pump the tire up with air using my frame pump and try to finish the
ride without stopping to patch the flat.
After another mile or so I again
noticed that my rear tire was going flat. Still not wanting to stop to repair a
flat so close to the end of my trip, I peddled on to the Frostburg trail head
where I used the repair station pump to bring my rear tire up to 80 psi and
then headed up the switchback leading to the Trail Inn and town. While I still
had to get up to the trail Inn, arrange for a shuttle back to Cumberland, and
drive home, I now felt like my ride was complete. I had finally cycled the
entire route from Washington, DC to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I had not
accomplished the feat in one trip, but I had accomplished it!
Fini |
The last eleven miles so had not
been the most scenic. Looking back, they were probably some of most boring
miles between Washington and Pittsburg. There were few scenic overlooks, little
history, and with the Scenic Railroad right next to the trail, I did not feel
like I was out in the wild like I had on many other sections of the Towpath and
GAP.
While I had dreaded encountering the
elevation gain between Cumberland and Frostburg, I had managed to cycle the
distance without shifting into my granny gear. In fact, the ride from
Cumberland to Frostburg had not seemed as grueling as the shorter ride from
Frostburg to Cumberland that Vince and I had cycled over two months earlier.
The short switchback connector trail
from the Frostburg trailhead up to the Trail Inn was another story. Not only
did the steep serpentine trail force me into my lowest gear, but so did the sharp
turns. Even if I had been able to ride faster in a higher gear I probably would
not have been able to make the several turns if I had been cycling any faster.
I remember that when Vince and I descended this path from the Trail Inn down to
the trailhead that we had to brake to near stopping in order to negotiate the
tight 180’s.
After huffing and puffing up the
Trail Inn, I parked my bike in from of the Inn a few minutes before noon. I had
just cycled between 75-76 miles in less than 24 hours! Even though I had been
out for only 24 hours, I was sweaty and dirty and looked forward to a shower,
followed by lunch accompanied by a cold beer.
My last lunch of the trip |
I saw the owner, John, and asked if I
could get a shuttle back to Cumberland after a shower and some lunch. He said
yes but that it would be at least an hour to an hour and a half before he could
drive me. I had no problem with the wait and figured it would give me the time
I needed to clean up and eat.
I locked up my bike and climbed the
stairs and ramp to the shower house. After a refreshing and cleansing shower, I
changed into clean clothes and headed back down to the café where I enjoyed a
pulled pork sandwich with fries and two cold Coors Light. I wasn’t planning to
cycling any more that day and it would be at least another hour or two before I
would be driving home from Cumberland, so two ice cold beers were not going to
affect my cycling or my driving.
Not long after I finished eating,
John was ready to shuttle me to Cumberland. When I went to put my bike on the
van’s bike rack I saw that the rear tire was now as flat as a pancake. “I guess
one cannot ride from DC to Pittsburgh without experiencing at least one flat,”
I thought. Perhaps I should have been thankful that I experienced only one flat,
and that that flat was so near the end of the trip that I could wait until I
arrived back home to repair it. After all, I have read that some cyclists
experienced as many as three flats while riding from DC to Pittsburgh.
A muddy bike after over 75 miles in just under 24 hours |
I am glad I took Vince up on his
offer to join him on his ride from DC to Pittsburgh back in May. I think we
made good cycling companions in spite of the difference in our ages. We were
nearly equal in cycling and camping experience and abilities. What Vince brought to our May trip, and what
I had missed on this two day overnight solo trip, was Vince’s knowledge of
local railroading history. All through our May ride, but especially along the
GAP portion of our ride, Vince offered historical tidbits about the former railroad
lines we were riding on, railroad lines we were paralleling, and the many rail
road related structures we passed. I had missed hearing about that history on
this trip.
Once back home I sewed a C and O
Canal patch and a Great Allegheny Passage patch onto the side of one of my rear
panniers, a reminder of what I had experience and accomplished. I still wanted
to purchase a GAP riding jersey to also commemorate the trip.
Here are the link to previous installments in the "Spinning Wheels" series:
From DC to PGH - Day 9 (26th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 8 (25th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 7 (24th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 6 (23rd Installment)
My First Tour the Montour (22nd Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 5 (21st Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 4 (20th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 3 (19th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 2 (18th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 1 (17th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 0 (16th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Prologue (15th Installment)
Transitioning (14th Installment)
Flats (13 Installment)
Beware Dehydration (12 Installment)
Creams & Powders for your Butt (11th Installment)
Group vs. Solo Rides (10th Installment)
Competitiveness (9th Installment)
Stats (8th Installment)
Accidents Happen (7th Installment)
Pedals for Cleats (6th Installment)
Riding Shoes with Cleats (5th Installment)
Be Kind to Your Behind (4th Installment)
Combating Hand and Arm Numbness (3rd Installment)
Reading and Riding (2nd Installment)
Group vs. Solo Rides (10th Installment)
Competitiveness (9th Installment)
Stats (8th Installment)
Accidents Happen (7th Installment)
Pedals for Cleats (6th Installment)
Riding Shoes with Cleats (5th Installment)
Be Kind to Your Behind (4th Installment)
Combating Hand and Arm Numbness
Reading and Riding (2nd Installment)
Starting Over (1st Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 7 (24th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 6 (23rd Installment)
My First Tour the Montour (22nd Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 5 (21st Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 4 (20th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 3 (19th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 2 (18th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 1 (17th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Day 0 (16th Installment)
From DC to PGH - Prologue (15th Installment)
Transitioning (14th Installment)
Flats (13 Installment)
Beware Dehydration (12 Installment)
Creams & Powders for your Butt (11th Installment)
Group vs. Solo Rides (10th Installment)
Competitiveness (9th Installment)
Stats (8th Installment)
Accidents Happen (7th Installment)
Pedals for Cleats (6th Installment)
Riding Shoes with Cleats (5th Installment)
Be Kind to Your Behind (4th Installment)
Combating Hand and Arm Numbness (3rd Installment)
Reading and Riding (2nd Installment)
Group vs. Solo Rides (10th Installment)
Competitiveness (9th Installment)
Stats (8th Installment)
Accidents Happen (7th Installment)
Pedals for Cleats (6th Installment)
Riding Shoes with Cleats (5th Installment)
Be Kind to Your Behind (4th Installment)
Combating Hand and Arm Numbness
Reading and Riding (2nd Installment)
Starting Over (1st Installment)
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