After a lengthy breakfast/coffee/wi-fi/charger stop, we headed out for the day until grey skies, but no rain. Out the door we faced a steady 3-mile acclivity and then a solid 1mile climb at around 3-6%. After yesterday's blowout it was easy, although the lack of shoulder made traffic interesting along 11. Shortly thereafter we found our highlight of the day, maybe of the weekend, on Fixer Rd.
The trip's purpose was to do mixed-terrain touring and Fixer gave us everything we were looking for. Mainly it looked like service road for the oil wells which dotted the landscape. For the first two miles we didn't see a dwelling of any type. At mile two we came across a damned lake with a strange ghost-town below. More oil? Who knows? The run continued south and the terrain changed from sandy, oil-well scrub to what you would usually find in a Nat'l Forest.
|Patrick does a ballet move and avoids eating rock on a thick downhill curve. Chapeau for the dismount style!|
|Yes, that's the real color. Don't think I want to filter that.|
|Just afterwards re had to ride through it.|
|Meant to catch name of this random reservoir.|
|ghost town below lake|
We came upon this sign in the chunky, sunny area and later three random youths walking down the road. Later research showed that the Pendergrass-Murray Preserve is owned by the Red River Gorge Climbers' Coalition. Apparently we were surrounded by literal world-class rock climbing on all sides and didn't even know it. Shortly thereafter we ran across two white vans full of what looked to be 13yr-old climbers looking to visit Purgatory and Motherlode. At around this town our trip took a fateful turn. Somewhere in the bounty that was Fixer/Balk Rock Patrick broke a rear spoke. Impressively his wheel was holding true very nicely, but a compromised rear wheel in this kind of terrain would be trouble. We walked the 1/2mile 15%+ climb to get out of the Bald Rock area and assessed that a) Patrick was able to roll and b) he could do a mechanical in Beatyville, our next stop.
|I think this pic does a reasonable job showing the gradient. I'm holding the camera parallel to what would be considered flat ground.|
We were going to camp somewhere in Beatyville when his phone search found LagoLinda- duh!- which I had considered on initial route planning. Away we went up a doable 1+mile climb out of Beatyville. If the Fixer stretch was sublime, the 9mile stretch up 52 to LagoLinda was just annoying.
|Didn't notice the bicycle until pulling out of town. Harbinger of a good lunch rest|
|Looking north from Bear Tracks, quite possibly at some of the walls the climbers are so fond of.|
The route out of Beatyville was rough but Lago Linda certainly cured some wounds. It is a delightful campground up atop the hills surrounded by forest. Apparently well-known in the climbing set, we were there for a limited time so didn't take advantage of the lake, cafe, broadband, hiking or even the hot showers. We just set up our camp, ate some freeze-dried food and planned out the remainder of our trip. As night fell numerous campers were arriving as part of a large climbers' trail days session to take place the next day. Patrick and I walked over into the field across our tents and beheld what was for me the highlight of the tour.
Over our heads was a black, clear sky with every imaginable star out blazing. No light pollution. No haze. No pollution. No humidity. Perfect black, and rising above us the Milky Way. I tried to show Pat a few of the lesser constellations I learned back in the day when he cried, "I saw a shooting star!". Wow! How fortuitous. Then another. Then another. Unbeknownst to us, we had arrived atop the mountain at Lago Linda during the annual Perseid Meteor shower, coming right through the middle of the Milky Way. It was a truly magical moment, and one I won't forget anytime soon. Yeah bike touring!!