I woke up early again. (I think I will stop saying that, it goes with out saying) I was pleasantly surprised to find that I wasn't soaked. It stormed a bunch last night but the tent my man Wyatt at Blueridge Outdoors suggested did its job well. We got on route and kept the pace very relaxed most all day. The hills are getting longer and the scenery is getting nicer by the mile.
The ride into Charlottesville was a pain, as we got closer the road got narrower and more congested. We stopped in at Thomas Jefferson's place (the Monte hello as I called it) but there was no convenient way to secure the steeds and the next tour wasn't for hours. So we gave up, not with out taking the best photo so far though.
We rode on to Charlotsville and got ten shades of lost, we eventually found the bike route 76 signs and our home for the evening.
John, with the blue motobecane from day 1, had suggested that we camp in the yard of his old fraternities house. Its literally 50 off the route. We arrived exhausted from the climb into town, and the heat.
John had stayed at the house the night before and was planning another high mileage day to keep on schedule. Unfortunately his knee said otherwise and he logged 8 short miles, before hitching a ride back to the house.
This resulted in us being able to stay in the house, shower and do laundry. The house is huge with 25 or so guys calling it home. Only one of which was home when we got here. Its beach week here apparently and everybody is out celebrating the end of the semester.
John was a great tour guide and showed us his favorite places in town to eat. We went with The White Spot, a greasy burger joint. We all got the Gus burger completed with a fried egg on top. We sat and ate and slowly we all came back to life.
After we ate John went back to the house to rest his knee and the three of us checked out the shops on main street and downtown. Its actually a cool place with lots of open air dining areas and neat shops. My favorites were the used book store and a high end antique shop with lots of bizarre goods.
We stopped on the way back for ice cream and it was delicious.
When we got back to the house John gave us a heads up that 10 of the guys were coming home tonight.
As we sat on the couch it was a parade of guys all sunburned and hungover. They didn't seem concerned in the slightest that three random people were on their couch with their bikes leaning on every empty wall, clothes bags and maps spread out on the floor. Too funny. All super nice guys though, and amazed that we are spending the summer on our bikes.
I'm not sure where I'm going to sleep yet but its all good. I'm happy to be here.
I KNOW THE PHOTOS ARE SIDEWAYS BUT I CANT FIX THEM!!!! haha ahhhhhhhhhhh
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