Our night at the Lockhouse was my favorite of this trip - it was so quiet, and the cold well water outside was delicious. Sitting out on the porch with Lisa after such a long day was sweet and relaxing. I thought “only 50 miles to ride tomorrow” and that added to my sense of … Continue reading Day Twenty: Lockhouse 49 to Harper’s Ferry: Torrents

Leaving Cumberland The last 25 miles into Cumberland were so glorious, I think I wanted to stay there longer. But the truth is, we have little time after we arrive somewhere, and unpack, take showers, figure out dinner, wash clothes every few days, and, hopefully, work on the account of the day. We have been … Continue reading Day Nineteen: Cumberland to Lockhouse 49 on the C&O Canal towpath: Muddy day ending in beauty

We got a good start today from our nice little Air BnB in the Deutschtown neighborhood in Pittsburgh, riding down rain wet streets and across the Andy Warhol Bridge and through downtown to the Great Allegheny Passage trail, which runs about 150 miles to Cumberland, MD. We left Pittsburgh along the Monongahela River but then … Continue reading Day Seventeen: Pittsburgh, PA to Ohiopyle, PA: Onto to the GAP and the YOCK- A – GAINY

We’d already planned to meet my long time friend from college, Larry, and his wife Holly, while we were in Pittsburgh - they used to live here and drove down to visit while we came through. After the last few days, I was worrying a little about another day of riding into a huge city … Continue reading Day Fifteen and Sixteen: Wheeling, WV to Pittsburgh, PA and a day off: Great friends, Warhol and a museum of bikes

This will be a short update mostly to let everyone know we are ok. We had a great room in Columbus and it was hard to leave. Exiting a large city by bike can be complicated- lots of navigation, which slows us down. It was hot and it seemed like the traffic was heavy everywhere. … Continue reading Day Thirteen: Columbus, OH to Zanesville, OH: Uff Da

Yesterday was incredibly wet - it rained hard from the moment we mounted up till we climbed a few steps to the door of our great B and B (the John Allen House) in Xenia. We were worried that we were too wet to go inside and started wiping our gear and ourselves off on … Continue reading Day Twelve: Zenia, OH to Columbus, OH: trailside conversations