Day 07 (Greenwood, Virginia to Love, Virginia)

It's the hills that really challenge me.  I rate hills along the following measure.

Easy - I can get over them without dropping the front gear into lower gear.

Medium - I can get over them even though I drop fly front gears into lower gear.

Hard - I have to take breaks every now and then to rest my behind, or legs, or lungs.

Crazy, Awful, Sadistic - I have to start walking.

No sun.  But no rain.  That at least is a good sign.  Today is going to be difficult because we have to go uphill a lot in order to reach the Blue Ridge Parkway.

June Curry achieved a measure of fame and immortality, at least amount the biking community as the Cookie Lady and her house became a ritual stop for the TransAmerica route. She passed away and her house still is a stop, but it has fallen into disrepair.

June Curry achieved a measure of fame and immortality, at least amount the biking community as the Cookie Lady and her house became a ritual stop for the TransAmerica route. She passed away and her house still is a stop, but it has fallen into disrepair.

We are firmly in the hill (Mountains) of Appalachia along the Blue Ridge Parkway.  The Visitors Center here spells out the life in the hills, and the isolation of being so far removed from the roads and traffic.



Blue Ridge Parkway. After going straight up forever we enter this famed roadway. I would like to think that from here it's just a nice winding flat path along the ridge but I am disappointed. (With Mike & Don)

Blue Ridge Parkway. After going straight up forever we enter this famed roadway. I would like to think that from here it's just a nice winding flat path along the ridge but I am disappointed. (With Mike & Don)

Devils Backbone Brewery. Tonight's pre-Mothers Day Special....slow smoked brisket. Physically I am pretty wiped. It was only 24 miles but it was up, and up, and up. Close to a three thousand foot climb.    Whatever I eat tonight I earned.

Devils Backbone Brewery. Tonight's pre-Mothers Day Special....slow smoked brisket. Physically I am pretty wiped. It was only 24 miles but it was up, and up, and up. Close to a three thousand foot climb.

Whatever I eat tonight I earned.