Sunday, September 12, 2010

Cincinnati to Quaker City.

Day 22
354 miles.

I got a late start this morning, stayed out too late the night before. We went to a Reds game and the went out. We got White Castle late and was a partial reason for my late start.
It was raining lightly, but not too bad. I rode along the Ohio River. Ducking into Kentucky and then West Virginia. There is a lot if history along this river and it was really neat to be in such an old area. Lots of cool, old, crumbling barns and houses. It was an easy ride and super beautiful. It was also a really somber day, as it was the 9 year anniversary of the 9-11 attacks. I could feel the heaviness in the air, it's hard to believe that it happened 9 years ago. I can remember waking up that morning and watching the news, no one was sure what was going on. I remember sitting in Mr. Mill's earlybird Government class, forth seat back, to the right of the class room, and watching the second plane hit. So much changed that day.
I made it into Marietta right before sunset and ate dinner. I was planning on camping outside of the town in Wayne National Forest. As soon as the sun went down the sky opened up and it started pouring rain. I decided I should look at getting a hotel. All of them were booked because of a stern boat festival that was going on.
It was about 8:30 and decided I would ride out of town and find a hotel. It finally stopped raining, so I decided to do some camping. I pulled off the freeway and started going down farm roads. I found a great spot, but thankfully noticed a sign warning that raw sewage had been sprayed in the area, you don't have tell me twice.
I then went up a gravel road and found an old crumbling barn. It seemed perfect, if it rained it wouldn't get wet and as far as I could tell it was abandoned. It was right next to the freeway and all I could hear were truck's enginebraking off the highway. It was way too loud, even for me.
I continued down the freeway to the next exit, Quaker City. I almost ran over a group of Quaker men as they were crossing the street, from what looked to be a church. I looked through the dark for places that seemed hidden, but no luck, until I found a dirt road. I went up it and found a clearing, it was perfect. There were some barns off in the distance. I set up my tent and started to get settled, it was around 10:30 and I was spent. The quietness was broken with the sound of a huge truck leaving one of the farms and then up my road. Shit. I was about to get my ass kicked by some crazy farm boys. They pulled up to me and I looked in their truck and noticed about 6 guys, they asked what I was doing and I explained I was just camping here and it appeared to not be private property. The kid said he didn't have a problem with me staying here and they came up because they had seen my light. They left. I sat there for a minute, glad I dodged that incident. I climbed into my bag and started to go to sleep.
20 minutes later I had headlights on my tent again. Great, they came back with more guys to kick my ass. Nope, I was greeted with, "sheriff's department, come out of your tent." They searched me, ran my id, and plates. I explained my trip and they told me the kids parent's called to make sure I wasn't some crazy biker that would kill them in the night. They let me stay. I went to bed.

Bug Report:
6- today was alright, got a really good hit on my chin. Most of them washed off in the rain, hence the low score.




THE NIGHT BEFORE:



Reds.



Bald heads.




TBS' garage.



Inside the TBS lair.



Moscow, OH.








Kentucky.



Drive thru liquor.



Take me home, country roads.



Never forget.



Chain adjustment in the rain.


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1 comment:

  1. some of my favorite photos and words yet. Keep it up!

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