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| Early morning, at the entrance to Shenandoah National Park. There are lots of ways to describe this - the gateway to pre-lapsarian paradise (descriptively accurate) or the jaws of the green hell (by the end of the day, emotionally accurate). It was very very beautiful, and very very hard. 10 degrees for 10 hours. |
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| This one for Grandpa George - 10,000 miles away, another Hogsback. The altitude is in feet not meters, but dont be fooled (as indeed I was when setting out) all in all this day I climbed 9,000 feet, with a 50kg bike, and the physics of that is inescapable. For camparison, the peak of Champaigne Castle in the Drakensburg is 11,000 feet. It was an especially NASTY day in the saddle. |
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| This accurately sums up the day, emptying waterbottles and streaks of sunblock mixed with sweat. |
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| Lunch, close to the highest point of the day, having come from the light coloured valley in the distance. |
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| The Big Meadows Lodge, Room 9. Never been so pleased to see a bed - fan too for drying washed clothes. Big Meadows also turned out to be the end of the road for my favourite green flame go-faster cycling clothes - just too old and nasty to bother trying to preserve any longer. |
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