16-03-28 Day 1 On The Road Again!!! Yorktown, VA to Astoria, OR
2 Wheels, 6 Months, 1 Adventure!!!
TransAmerica 2016 Blog
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Words cannot express how happy I am to be back adventuring!!!! Iva and Bill created and John and Suzanna hosted the first ever send off party for me starting a trip… I am overflowing with Gratitude and Thanks… Jayne, Trish, Brian, David C., CJ, Jeanne, Barbara, Cat. Thank you!!!

Bill, Bike Angel of the year, solved all the problems of the world as we made our way to Yorktown, Va. We stopped at Pierce’s Famous BBQ for a special lunch and we ran into David C. from Afton as he was headed to the Coast… OK the magic is starting early….
Bill waited patiently while I assembled all the bags on the #SurleyLongHaulTrucker. Everything fit just like 2014…. Yes!!

Finally it was time to back my rear tire into the Eastern shore of the USA… Bill took a few pictures and then to the official start at the base of the Yorktown Monument.. Bill honked the horn as he passed me headed back to Charlottesville where we will meet up four days from now. Official Start 2:10 pm.

It is spring break and Yorktown, Williamsburg and Jamestown are filled with visitors. I thought about stopping but settled to read all the signs along the Colonial Parkway Route. Lots of history of people killing people back 400 years ago. Makes me wonder…

With 20 miles completed, I turned on to the Capital Bike Trail. It was around 5 and the trail was filled with bikers, runners, and walkers…. Cain, Wilson and Cole were riding their mountain bikes and had already completed 10 miles… Unfortunately they were headed south as were all the other bikers… So no one to ride with yet….

After riding 28 miles, I decided to stop at the county campground along the Chickahominy River. When I turned along the water to find my campsite, there it was. My dream pickup truck with a slide in camper…. Steve and Michelle invited me to have a beer with them and gave me a tour of their camper.. Top notch all the way….. .They are from ALABAMA and are on the Road….. Kinda like me…
They shared their lives, home, and dinner with me. To soon it was off to bed and to Camper Dreaming….
28 miles , Chickahominy Riverfront Park.



Ashland, VA is beautifully decorated with bikes of all sizes colors and shapes.. No question, someone likes bikes… Amtrak also runs straight through the middle of town.. Small town USA… Gotta to love it……











Frank picked me up at 6:00pm. It was my lowest point of the trip. Physically I was beat…. The hills, wind, and miles are taking their toll on me…..
We visited the smallest church in Wytheville and then the giant pencil office supply… Soon it was time to get back on the trail and bike… Sadly I said goodbye to Frank as he encouraged me to pedal on…. Again. Thanks..
Back at the Hostel more hikers showed up to warm up. Forecast low was 17 degrees….Pushing the limits of our 20 degree sleeping bags… The hikers were sharing stories of their adventures and it seemed like yesterday I was on the trail.
I pedaled north/west to Meadowview where I had to bike through some backyards to avoid a detour of undetermined length. Crossed the South Fork and the Middle Fork of the Holston River. Then the dreaded four mile climb up to Hayter’s Gap…. It was hard but not Hateful.
Soon I pulled into Elk Garden UMC for the night… Water, bathrooms, kitchen, a warm place to sleep. ( Storm In The Forecast) A Bikers Hostel Come True…..
After another Breath Taking Climb I came to Breaks Interstate Park.. As I rode through the park I stopped at the lookouts to see the river in the Canyon 1,000 ft below… A hint of red here and there from the Blooming Red-buds.
Teddy and I enjoyed a cup of coffee and soon I was all bundled up for a chilling ride down the mountain to Elkhorn City for breakfast at the Golden Ring Restaurant. I crossed the official State line welcoming me to Kentucky. It wasn’t long before I noticed an increase in trash along the road and loose dogs. You must not trade in your car in Kentucky. “That was my first car…. she was a beauty. And that one there…. Oh that’s my parts car….”.. Till the yard is full.
Lots of Coal trucks were carrying their load to the next point of shipment somewhere…. As the day continued, I rode deeper into the country and saw mine after mine sitting… rusting, mile after mile of CSX rail cars, trucks in all stages of repair, frozen in time.. No Coal, No work, No need to fix, No money…..
After climbing two more mountains, I was ten miles away from Booneville and it was 6:45… I was thinking about stopping. Could I make it? Sure….