Seg #36 Riding contiguous to one of the World's Oldest Rivers

Seg #36 North America's Oldest River "The New River" 5/8/14, 2014 Galax - Pulaski VA

End	Pulaski, VA	N37.29581 W88.708763	N-S miles 26.4
Start	Galax, VA	N 36.66815 W80.92442	Trl lgth 45.7mi Ride47 mi

Ride hr 5:54

AVS 7.9

MXS  mph 15.8

DST 47 mi

Tmp55-80

Kcal 3965

It's been a while since I have written a post that includes a report on an actual ride. This winter was a "bear" that could not stop snarling at us Iowegians.  Since December all I could do to cycle was to back the car out of the garage; bundle-up for subfreezing temperatures; hook-up my trainer and spin to the beat of Shania Twain or Amos Lee.  The plan for the first 2014 trip was for Geoff and Chris to join me for a ride on three to four trails in Virginia and North Carolina.  Chris was able to finagle five days off but Geoff got a new job just a few weeks before scheduled departure. He could not participate in the longest driving trip so far. That's the way it is going to be for future rides; long drives to get to the needed  latitude producing trails equivalent to a trails only ride peddling up and down trails,  crossing every latitude from Canada to Mexico.  Accumulating north-south miles was fairly easy to accrue in Minnesota, Wisconsin and Iowa but than the north south trails started drying-up.  This trip resulted in a 2,590 mile drive from Coralville, Iowa to Virginia Beach, Virginia and back.  This was one of those " Do not do this alone" trips. Chris was a God Send driving seventy per cent of the time and severing as "Mr. Comedian" to lighten the stress of mastering some fairly challenging situations and  persevering a near "toast" outcome on the False Cape ride (see False Cape post.   

The original plan was to drive from Iowa to Virginia Beach in seventeen hours, but even after departing home a tad ahead of schedule; road construction, rush hour traffic and fuel, pee and food stops, left us wondering if we could make it to Virginia Beach at the right time to catch low tide. After driving into Ohio, it was clear the plan needed alteration from driving to Virginia Beach,  to driving to Galax, Virginia, the southern trailhead of the New River Trail.  We got to the Rodeway Inn in Galax around 11 p.m. Being "too pooped to pop",  about the the "Dorian-like" room (referring to an unkempt, hodgepodge, fire trap we stayed one night only in London years ago) ,  we were assigned by manager Patel, one of the forty million or so Patels in the world.  Chris and I did not have a commentary on the rating of this hotel until a day later. When we compared this hotel to other two and three star abodes we stayed in, in the past, we decided this one was in the lower part of the twenty per cent group but well above "Dorian-like". 

The New River trail is a nice just short of a fifty mile beautiful ride. The south half of the trail was the prettiest. Since this was the longest of the trails we rode, it was smart that we rode from Galax since the trail proceeds slightly downhill toward Pulaski. Also with a prevailing wind from the southeast, the pushing effect from mother nature was appreciated.  An ubiquitous golden glow of wild mustard blooming in thick patches contrasted beautifully with the black cinders of the trail. Of course the hoof marks from the many horses that are ridden on the south half of the trail made for a slower bumpier ride than I would like. I still would rate this trail in the top five group. Because I could start my ride from the Rodeway Inn, Chris could sleep in for an extra thirty minutes and then drive to Pulaski to ride south and meet up with me at the halfway point.  A dozen and more bridges and three tunnels along rapid filled rivers, especially the Chestnut Creek meandering along the south half,  added to the scenery.  I did not see any horses, just hoof marks and poop, but did meet more than thirty walkers and cyclists. Especially near the north and south trailhead.


Some of the bridges were uncomfortably long and high. The best way for me to manage these high places is to do like I did on the Mt. Everest trek and just stare straight ahead.  I still don't know know what is under the suspension bridges in Nepal nor on the New River State Trail in Virginia.  

Little did we know that 320 Sycamore
(It's a Wonderful Life) would be on
the New River Trail in Austinville, VA

We found a cool old house right next to the trail that looked a lot like 320 Sycamore. George Bailey's house in the movie, It's a Wonderful Life. If it was later in the year, we likely would have missed this unique structure covered by leafy vines .  Chris had to go in and check it out. 

Chris gives an Ernie Bishop thumbs-up
after touring 320 Sycamore. George and
Mary can move right in just like the movie

After 50 miles of riding a beer and steak at the Blue Door Cafe,
Darper, VA was a perfect spot to refuel and  rest the legs and
rearrange the butt muscles. This place gets my highest rating.

After finishing the New River Trail, we loaded up and headed for Virginia Beach. It was late so we got a room in Richmond, VA, two and a half hours short of the False Cape State Park, and crashed and burned.