After embalmi...er...embrocating myself this morning, E and I kitted up to head North. The original plan was to tag Hanging Rock and head back to my place, but plans would change in the midst of the ride.
After getting to the top of the fall foliage tunnel that is the road up to the top, we descended and made a key decision. We would also include Mickey road on the ride.
Mickey is beautiful, it climbs back up to one of the lower ridges off the southwest side of Moore's Wall and gives an excellent vantage point of not only Moore's Wall, but Sauratown Mountain, and the Blue Ridge further north in Virginia. With the view of Sauratown, we could not resist the Siren's Call...we had to climb it.
With all of it's radio/cell towered splendor, the climb up is measurable by how close you are to the towers. We ran into Bert the Hurt,Bob and Debra and chatted it up for a bit at the summit. The descent gave us the view of Moore's Wall and Hanging Rock and the undulating blanket that is the piedmont:
Once we realized that we were heading in the same direction back down 66, we hopped in together and rode like the obligatory bats out of Hades. We parted ways in King, and E and I were left to limp home without the aid of the slipstream. Today's ride was fantastic, made even more so by my beautiful wife having made us some chocolate chip pumpkin gingerbread to maul when we arrived home.
55miles and 5k feet of climbing
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