Had a good hard ride through west virginia today. It turns out there is no truth in thinking that you’ll be going downhill mostly if you’re going downwards on a map. I rode mostly south today, and mostly up I think. In West Virginia they’ve taken the same kind of smaller hills you see in eastern maryland, And then put them right after each other. As you’re slowly going up a hill, you see the crest up above and you think “ahh, at the top there will be cool beers and all downhills” and then you reach the crest only to find a downhill 10% as long as what you just did, and then another uphill. That happens a lot here.
Mountains are honest though: they always reward you in the end. Life here is easy in that way.
Arrived finally in Peterburg, west virginia just in time to inhale mac&cheese, grilled pork chops, apple sauce and a coke and subsequently set up my tent at a local campsite before sunset. People looked at me funny when I walked into the restaurant. Mostly locals there and I don’t think I look local. They don’t wear orange shorts and bike shoes in Petersburg.
I’m camping by a river here. Campsite is empty except for me. I’m a little nervous about sleeping here alone but I should be fine. Hung the little food I have up a tree so the bears won’t want to come inside my tent.
Got chased by my first dog today. Big ass thing with slobber hanging. The dog lived in a house on a downhill stretch though so he didn’t catch me. Lucky I wasn’t going up.