Spring 1997 - Cincinnati to Yukon
Journals - 12 April 1997
Day 12 - Adams County, OH
12 April 1997 (very rainy in morn; mixed rain/sun afternoon; very windy in
evening; mileage = 16.5) -- A - It started raining during the night and
kept raining pretty consistently through noon or so. We had a hard time
getting up and leaving (at least I did!). We finally managed to get things
packed up and on the bikes without too much rain interference. We were
finally rolling again around 2:20 (oops, kind of late). We rode a couple of
miles up the gravel road, which continues to make me nervous, even after
our mountain biking practice a few days ago. We hit pavement eventually and
rode through some very pretty hills. We saw the horse camp area. People
camp on one side of the road and tie their horses up on the other side.
They had some non-plumbed toilets there. I used the men's
room. That was kind of fun! We headed on, pretty confident we were on our
way OUT of these hills, when we came to a left turn we wanted to take, only
it wasn't there! OK -- revision to plan -- there was another left a little
way down. Only it would require a bridge that was out. It was a long way
down. Chris was scheming a plan to cross the creek. I said "NO." I'd rather
go up this really huge hill and take a bit of a detour than get these bikes
and us down this steep creek bed and across and back up the other side into
the middle of someone's farm. Then we saw a truck come driving down a ramp
into the creek on the far side and proceed to drive up the creek (water
reaching the bottoms of the doors -- BIG pickup). Chris jumped on his bike
and followed to see where they would come out. I'm thinking "Oh lord, we're
going across!" Sure enough, I get up there and he's getting his rubber
shoes on -- only he tried to ride across and nearly tumbled (getting water
down in the boots [X - not too much really! It was up to the hubs.
*Picture-bike/water* ]).
The rest went smoothly, though. So! We crossed and
then I was glad, because it wasn't so bad. The hill we had to go up next
was pretty bad, though! We finally crested it and found a hunting dog with
240' shaved in his fur. He was very cute but wouldn't come to us. We went a
little further and stopped in front of a cabin on several acres to lube the
chains. There was someone on the porch (Len Culver), so Chris went and
asked if we could camp there. We got the OK. Had spaghetti -- dried out our
stuff -- VERY WINDY! Sleep around 9:30.
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