Tag: Biking

Much better ride today. First day since the beginning of the trip that I actually felt like there were more downhills than uphills. Also, just a lot of level riding. Probably the easiest day so far, but we deserved it after yesterday’s torture.

The cabin last night was cold, but still better than a wet tent. Mark got up in the middle of the night to investigate “bear noises” which turned out to be snores from Sidekick Sue (who rarely snores). Something in the spring air is aggravating a little allergies and causing some mouth breathing. LOL.

Rain today was predicted at 2 PM, so once again, we started early to try to beat the rain. Beautiful countryside in CT. Miles of well-kept houses and farms. Rolling hills, but few really tough grades. Rode past Crystal Lake and Ellington, before crossing the Connecticut River into Windsor Locks.

Stopped at a NAPA to get oil for our chain that has spent too much time in the rain, and adjust the brakes that took some abuse in the rain yesterday. Mark cleaned the chain and the gears to get out miles of road gunk. Rode into Granby and had a hearty meal at the Farmer’s Kitchen.

Still racing the rain, we had another 3 miles to the only accommodations around….. the Granby Motel. It’s a little roadside dive motel that looks exactly like the motel in your average horror film. We arrived shortly after 2 PM and the rain started shortly afterward. Supposed to rain until 3 AM. Any port in a storm.

Not much to say about today except that it was COLD and WET. Forecast was for rain all day, so we got up early to break camp before the rain started. Unfortunately, it was already drizzling , but we got on the road early. Took a wrong turn out of the campground which turned into a brilliant mistake, since we used Google to get back on the trail and shaved 10 miles off of the ACA route. We missed a little detour down to the corner of Rhode Island, but it saved us an hour in the rain. Well worth it.

The plan was to ride until it got miserable and then find refuge for the night. Staying where we were to wait out the rain really wasn’t an option since the rain would have trapped us in our tent all day and our tent would have been soaked. So we, pedaled into Connecticut, passing through Quinebaug in a light drizzle. Quinebaug had plenty of stores, restaurants, hotels, etc. It would have been an easy place to stop. But we were only 10 miles in and still quite warm and dry so we decided to keep going. Well that turned into a huge mistake because there was NOTHING for the next 30 miles and the intensity of the rain picked up so that we were both wet and freezing (temps in the high 30’s). My water resistant pants began taking on water. I knew I was in trouble when I was trying to remember the symptoms of hypothermia and Mark on the seat in front of me was whistling like he didn’t have a care in the world. We passed through several small towns that consisted of a single intersection, sometimes a stop sign or a signal light, but nothing to eat and nowhere to stay.

As we crossed I-84, Mark was positive that there were services at that exit (“I’ve driven this road thousands of times”), but it turned out to be possibly the only exit on I-84 without any services at all.

Finally, as we were headed into Stafford Springs, CT we approached civilization…. a fishing and bait store. We stopped to hide under the covered walkway, and popped in to ask the proprietor how far we were from food and shelter. He pointed us 6 miles down the road (luckily mostly downhill) to Stafford Springs (which had been our original planned destination for the day anyway. We found a laundromat to dry our clothes. The attendant was extremely helpful, allowing us to spread out all of our dripping gear and use her restroom to change. She even offered us donuts and coffee (first time I ever wished we drank coffee). Back in warm clothes, we walked down the block to eat some piping hot baked ziti at a pizza place and plan our next move.

Finally concluded that the closest shelter was the original campground that we had planned that was 4 miles north (mostly uphill). No choice but to brave the rain again. The campground owner felt so sorry for us that she gave us a cabin for the night for only $20 because she felt bad that it wasn’t heated. Did laundry for real, re-dried everything, and settled into camp for the night.

And how did YOU spend your Mother’s Day? LOL

Got up early today as we planned to do a 40+ mile day. Left the campground by 7:00. Made a quick stop to Dippin’ Donuts for breakfast sandwiches that was inside a local convenience store. Sorry, Dunkins, I know you are a New England staple, but their food was better than yours, hands down. Headed out through Harvard, Mass, making a stop at the Harvard General Store, which was a popular stop and hang-out for bikers. They were set up with bike racks, water, bike tools and a pump for 2-wheeled travelers. Because it was Saturday, we encountered lots of groups of bicyclists today, all along our route. Always friendly and quick to ask if you need any help when you stop to rest.

Harvard, Bolton and Berlin provided some challenging hills. I was glad they were during the first part of the day. We walked up the last big crazy hill in Berlin (Sawyer Hill Road), but it have us a chance to admire the scenery and snap a few shots of the horses at the Orchard Hill Equestrian Center. Lots of beautiful homes and estates, all bordered with old rock walls. Stopped outside of Northborough to snap a picture of a beautiful rock bridge. This area is so typically New England.

Crossed Route 9 in Westborough and, as luck would have it, there was a Stop and Shop to refill our supplies. We don’t carry much food with us because of the weight (power bars, breakfast bars, nuts, beef jerky).

From there, we headed into Upton. Ate lunch at “Rose Garden Restaurant and Pub”. It was a quiet afternoon in the restaurant except for the waitress that entertained us with a constant stream of expletives with every story she told to the folks at the bar. When she heard our story, she told everyone in the bar about our trip, and we had a great time answering questions for a good half hour. The staff was more than helpful, trying to offer us bottles of water and bags of peanuts from the bar. We declined their kind offers as we had just restocked and didn’t want to carry any more weight. The owner followed us out to the parking lot because he wanted to see our bike and setup. He called us “crazy”, said I was a “Saint”, and wished us good travels. On the way out of town, we passed by the local VFW carnival that was just opening for the day.

Several miles, and a several hills later, we arrived at our campground, Sutton Falls Camping Area, where we checked in the for the night (I will be missing my cozy cabin as it’s a bit chilly here).

Mark did a rough tally and thinks we have biked around 185 miles total so far. We think we have 400 miles to go.

Well, we didn’t move today. We decided to take a rest day in our heated cabin at Boston Minuteman Campground. It wasn’t as rainy as predicted, but we still enjoyed the rest. Slept until 10 AM (guess we were tired), did laundry, and read most of the day. Mark read the Mueller report (some of it aloud). I’m reading “Looking for Palestine”, a young Arab woman’s search for cultural identity.

Great campground. Clean, great bathrooms, rec room with video games, ping-pong, TV. The pool was not yet open, but I would highly recommend this place to any of our Boston friends who still have young kids and are looking for a great place to have a stay-cation. Even if you don’t have camping gear, you can rent a cabin. It looks like they have great summer time activities.

The highlight of the day was walking (in the rain) to a nearby restaurant called “Chip Shots”, a local golf themed karaoke bar, for lunch.

COLD night last night. We discovered “features” of our sleeping bag (snaps, drawstrings) that we never knew existed in our effort to stay warm. Woke up to woodpeckers again, but this time they were joined by wild turkeys gobbling (and an occasional gun shot out in the woods).

Started the morning heading into Derry NH to get Sidekick Sue (now wearing socks on her hands) a new pair of gloves. Of course, she bought 2 pair (old habits die hard). The bike shop owner was very helpful and thrilled to know that his store was featured on the maps published by the Adventure Cycling Association. Free marketing that he didn’t even know about.

Somewhere around Hudson NH, we passed a very old historic graveyard surrounded by an impressive granite wall that caught our attention while waiting for a red light to change.

Shortly after, we crossed into Massachusetts (our home state for 20 years). Crossed the Merrimack River into Tyngsboro and found the Comet Diner. Hot, breakfast food sounded good to two cold, hungry travelers. Spontaneously decided to call my dear Lotus/IBM colleague, Robin Alvarez, who lives in Tyngsboro to see if she happened to be around. As luck would have it, she was working nearby and was able to take a short break to visit. It was really fun catching up on the last 15 years in about 20 minutes. This was truly the most fun I had all day.

After lunch we rode some major hills through Dunstable and Groton. The best section of today’s ride was picking up the Nashua River Trail (a rail-to-trail project) between Groton and Ayer. It was flat, yet very scenic. A small creek runs through which is home to many turtles, but they were hiding below the surface because of the cold and the cloud cover. I’d highly recommend a visit to my MA friends.

After a few more hills on the way from Ayer to Littleton, we found our new home at the Boston Minuteman Campground. We got ourselves a cabin (with heat AND electricity) because it sounds like tomorrow is going to be a wet wash-out so we are looking at a potential day of rest (and quite honestly, neither of us is disappointed).

Day 2 started early in the morning, waking up to the rat-ta-tat-tat of the woodpeckers. There was a storm coming, so we had to try to get our riding hours in before noon. We were on the road before 7:00 am, our butts still sore from yesterday. We passed through Laconia, a cute little town, and stopped to take a few pictures (and rest). Today’s ride had several elevation challenges (HUGE hills…. I’m going to have nightmares of Fellows Hill Road for awhile). Mark is always saying “Never give up; never surrender” (Galaxy Quest), so I kept saying that in my head as we pedaled until we had to walk to make the final ascent on the last two. It took awhile for the temperature to get comfortable today, and I had trouble shaking my chill from the night before.

What I noticed today were lawn decorations. Folks up here have some very rustic ways of decorating their lawns. Lots of stuff you would see on American Pickers. Wishing wells and windmills everywhere. Rusty wheel barrows in the middle of gardens. Old stationary bikes and plows that had been converted to mailbox stands. Old horse drawn carts and tractors that had been converted to planters. Lots of old stuff; I didn’t even know what some of it was. Passed lots of farms and friendly folk starting their Spring clean-up. In the rural areas, everyone waved and drivers gave us wide berth (not so much in the larger towns as people were rushing to work and we were definitely in their way).

We were making good time, and were only a few miles from our campground when we found a place for lunch, “The Hungry Buffalo”. Had to wait a few minutes outside as it wasn’t open until 11:30 AM. It was the only restaurant Google could find around Loudon and it doubled as the local tavern and pool hall. The regulars started lining up at the bar by noon. LOL. Great food, especially if you have a hankering for some less common meat choices (bison, elk, wild boar, venison, alligator).

After a great lunch, we made it to the campground with only a few sprinkles. Set up camp, showered and did laundry already as we are only traveling with 3 sets of riding clothes. Tomorrow is supposed to be much warmer and drier which should make for a much more pleasant day.

Day 1 is in the books. Rode 39 miles to Meredith Woods Campground near Pemigewasset Lake (just west of Winnipesaukee). Slow start getting out in the morning. Stopped for bagels, the ATM, and the obligatory trip back home for Mark’s raincoat (of course it didn’t rain). A lot more uphill than I expected (I mean, we’re riding OUT of the White Mountains, right?), but none so bad that we had to dismount and walk. Lots of beautiful backroad NH scenery… rivers, mountains, waterfalls, covered bridges, and trestle bridges. Pretty much followed the course of the Pemigewasset River right out of Lincoln. Went through downtown Plymouth and then crossed back under I-93 to have lunch in Ashland at the Village Pizza and Grill. Gotta love the great service and food when you get off the highway. Checked into Meredith Woods Campground around 4:00 PM. The desk clerk was so excited to hear that we biked down from Lincoln that she gave us a free sticker and upgraded our campsite. Great first day. Our butts are sore and our knees are creaky. First order of business was to find the Ibuprofen.