Day two of the trip found Tim poking me awake at 6:45 in the morning. Both of us were really sad and somber as we broke camp and got on the road again. The first "hill" (150 vertical meters of hill) had us walking our bikes uphill already, and our spirits were as low as they could go. A few more hills and an ascent of about 200 meters found us at one of the highest points of York, PA. It felt great to be on top of the landscape rather than at the bottom looking up. While the terrain was still hilly, it was much easier than day 1 so we managed to struggle through. At about 4:00, we started looking for campsites but there were so many horse farms and no tresspassing signs that we were discouraged. We couldn't decide whether to turn back and bike eight miles backwards off the trail. We couldn't stand the idea of back tracking, so we decided to keep going and see what was up ahead. We were so tired and another hill had us off our bikes and walking. We had to stop often to take breaks, but the beautiful weather made it less horrible. We had a nice lunch of ham sandwiches, strawberries, potato salad and juice so our tummies were full...but it was surprising how quickly we became hungry again. Tim saw that there was a chinese restaurant ahead, so we hungrily biked there and got general tso's chicken and fried dumplings. When we got the food, I ran over to a grocery store to grab a few things, and the store manager inquired about my biking clothes. When I told him we were going to bike to CA, he gave us a free bowl of mint chocolate gelato. Yum!
We were still without a place to stay so we biked to a nearby firehouse where Tim asked a fireman about cheap motels or campgrounds. The fire chief said nothing great was nearby and saw how tired we were, so he said we could camp on their land out back and help ourselves to their bathroom, shower, and water. One of the younger firemen was a biker, so after we had both eaten (in bliss!) and showered (in bliss!) we sat with the firemen for a while to chat. Then we hunkered up in our tent and quickly fell asleep.
Time with Tim:
Nice weather, and to say hello the terrain greeted us with 150m of climb right off our pseudo-stealth camp. Perhaps karma was unhappy with our free-ability at said campground to give us this fate. After climb one, we turned a corner, and 50m more of climb said, "what now bitch?" One time in cross-country my coach told me to say "down doggie" when we had to run up big hills. It was the stupidest advice I've ever heard. After miles of farms of stupid horses and no stealthy camping, we came to the town of Glyndon and set on motelling. I saw volunteer firemen washing their truck, and I like firemen as much as I deeply loathe police. Talking to said firemen netted us a backyard firehouse camp - cool.
We were still without a place to stay so we biked to a nearby firehouse where Tim asked a fireman about cheap motels or campgrounds. The fire chief said nothing great was nearby and saw how tired we were, so he said we could camp on their land out back and help ourselves to their bathroom, shower, and water. One of the younger firemen was a biker, so after we had both eaten (in bliss!) and showered (in bliss!) we sat with the firemen for a while to chat. Then we hunkered up in our tent and quickly fell asleep.
Time with Tim:
Nice weather, and to say hello the terrain greeted us with 150m of climb right off our pseudo-stealth camp. Perhaps karma was unhappy with our free-ability at said campground to give us this fate. After climb one, we turned a corner, and 50m more of climb said, "what now bitch?" One time in cross-country my coach told me to say "down doggie" when we had to run up big hills. It was the stupidest advice I've ever heard. After miles of farms of stupid horses and no stealthy camping, we came to the town of Glyndon and set on motelling. I saw volunteer firemen washing their truck, and I like firemen as much as I deeply loathe police. Talking to said firemen netted us a backyard firehouse camp - cool.
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