The first day's plan (as designed by Dave) was to do Louisville to Clifty Falls S.P. near Madison, IN. It would be a journey of about 65m over very reasonable terrain. Below are the 4 rigs which left Louisville; Timothy would meet us in Spring Mill on Sunday evening.
|New Surly Troll frame attached to my old parts of my LHT.|
|Asher's Motobecane 'cross bike|
|Wow! Ian's Big Dummy. He packed a lot.|
|Dave's LWB Bachetta|
Our early route was an easy warm-up along the Ohio before cutting up Waterline Rd., a road previously closed due to its path through the middle of Indiana Ammunition. Dave had previously used it as an occasional commuting path when he lived in Charles. Delightful road, that one.
After Tunnel Hill and another steep patch along Salem Church, we settled into a rhythm, a jerky one on occasion, but some kind of tempo. Ian was having a tough time pulling the immense amount of stuff he had packed, so we yo-yo'ed up and down the group like a slinky. New Washington provided us a nice lunch spot at around 45 miles. I took the opportunity to take a nap in the grass and soak in some rays as well. I vacillated between being cold in the shade and breeze and being hot in the direct sun. The weather- assisted by a tailwind- was generally nice, but the hide-n-seek seems be affect my delicateness a bit more than the others. Shortly after N.W. we hit some gravel along S.CR.850W, a road Dave and I have hit a couple times; texture motivates me, and the Troll (another post, perhaps) rolled perfectly along the gravel. It is an even better mixed-terrain mount than the LHT.
Once off the gravel, we basically needed to finish the last 15 miles on these relatively straight, lumpy roads. Asher and I extended out front while Dave kept Ian's massive camping load (including Ian) company. We arrived a bit earlier to camp and set about doing a mediocre job choosing a campsite(s). We eventually chose to rent two sites, only to then decide that one was enough, but then they wouldn't give me a refund, so I ended up with my own site while the other three took the larger, flatter site next door. Cluster.
While Ian's enormous load proved challenging to transport, it did provide great benefit at site. He easily boiled water for everyone, and he also provided many more snacks than any of us had (except for Asher's chocolate waffer cookies). I was glad to hear that Ian was ready for bed early, b/c it gave me an excuse to hit it early too. I read a bit and turned on some soothing Bon Iver, which can be a bit too cloying except when trying to go to bed at a campsite. We were all awakened around 1.00a.m. by a heavy rain, but my tent fly kept me high and dry. I don't believe Dave nor Ian avoided a watering. As usual, I slept like crap, but less like crap after the recent purchase of a Big Agnes sleep pad.