Day 13, The Switchback Day

Hot stones. They are the way of the future. Well, that’s what my quads think. Since I hightailed it to Damascus a day early, I decided to treat my body to the loving hands of a skilled masseuse. Damascus is a hiking town, so I figured there’d be some really good muscle manglers about. We shall call mine Miss Patty, although she was a Mrs. Getting the massage from Miss Patty was the smartest thing I’ve done in a long while. My poor body had more knots than Don. You know it’s bad when the masseusse tells you you’re a …

Day 11: The Freewheeling Day

It seems all it takes to bring me back is a couple of good, long downhills. As part of my take-it-easy strategy, I was set to ride a comfortable 33 miles to Troutdale from Wytheville. I felt ok. Legs were still a bit tingly, but I had enjoyed a nice dinner at The Log House restaurant (which was such an eclectic place that I’d recommend it just to look inside. You don’t even have to eat there), and taken a bit of a stroll around historic downtown. Nice to just walk. I managed to get all my junk sorted and …