Leaving the Fairgrounds campground, we biked almost completely through the lovely City of Marietta, Ohio, managing to go both north and south at the same time, while supposedly travelling east!!!
We took a "shortcut", following the Google walking directions that soon became a gravel road that was incredibly steep. I barely managed to make it to the top and needed to catch my breath. It did flattten out somewhat, but the downhills were a bit treacherous in places.
The farms and rolling hills were quite beautiful, with lots of shade. But signs of "civilization" could be seen as well. The picture to the left was taken while looking west while the one below 
was looking east.
Adjacent to the road were railroad tracks and just below was the Ohio River. It reminded me of Iowa near where Kriss lives on the Mississippi River. Kriss agreed that it was starting to feel a little bit like home. 
Shortly thereafter, we entered Davenport, the same name as the city where Kris lived for many years in Iowa, and where he still attends church. Then we came to Sistersville, which was settled by Charles Wells, the last name of our distinguished rider colleague, Kriss, and also lots of other "Wells" references.
We eventually reached New Martinsville, and left the Ohio River valley and headed eastward towards Morgantown, which was where Jay had a reservation for the next day to catch a 10 am bus, which he was told was the only bus to Pittsburgh. From Pittsburgh, he would catch a bus to Philadelphia. He planned to stay in Philly overnight with a friend. On Friday, another friend from Boston would pick him up and they would be going to Ocean City, Md with a bunch of other college friends.
We took a "shortcut", following the Google walking directions that soon became a gravel road that was incredibly steep. I barely managed to make it to the top and needed to catch my breath. It did flattten out somewhat, but the downhills were a bit treacherous in places. 
The farms and rolling hills were quite beautiful, with lots of shade. But signs of "civilization" could be seen as well. The picture to the left was taken while looking west while the one below 
was looking east.
We eventually reached Route 7, which was adjacent to the Ohio River, crossed the Ohio and entered West Virginia, at the City of St. Mary's. We then stopped for lunch in Friendly, WV.
Adjacent to the road were railroad tracks and just below was the Ohio River. It reminded me of Iowa near where Kriss lives on the Mississippi River. Kriss agreed that it was starting to feel a little bit like home. 
Shortly thereafter, we entered Davenport, the same name as the city where Kris lived for many years in Iowa, and where he still attends church. Then we came to Sistersville, which was settled by Charles Wells, the last name of our distinguished rider colleague, Kriss, and also lots of other "Wells" references.
We eventually reached New Martinsville, and left the Ohio River valley and headed eastward towards Morgantown, which was where Jay had a reservation for the next day to catch a 10 am bus, which he was told was the only bus to Pittsburgh. From Pittsburgh, he would catch a bus to Philadelphia. He planned to stay in Philly overnight with a friend. On Friday, another friend from Boston would pick him up and they would be going to Ocean City, Md with a bunch of other college friends. We were about 45 miles from Morgantown when we saw a sign for a campground. We were also nearly out of gas!
So we headed for the campground on the gravel road. After about a mile with no further signs of the campground, we stopped at a clearing that belonged to an oil company, and decided to stay there rather than risk running out of gas looking fo
r a camp ground that may or may not exist and may or may not be open. So we did our usual after biking beer and snacks and made dinner. During dinner we were visited by a neighbor who made it clear that we were not to stay there. Later the owner of the campground came by and told us that he would open the campground just for us. It was located on Mt. Hebron about a 1/2 mile further up the road. While quite primitive (and a bit pricey for what it offered) it met our needs. We filmed Jay's "words of wisdom" for his successor SAG drivers and we had our last rounds of euchre, of which sadly Jay was not the winner.
r a camp ground that may or may not exist and may or may not be open. So we did our usual after biking beer and snacks and made dinner. During dinner we were visited by a neighbor who made it clear that we were not to stay there. Later the owner of the campground came by and told us that he would open the campground just for us. It was located on Mt. Hebron about a 1/2 mile further up the road. While quite primitive (and a bit pricey for what it offered) it met our needs. We filmed Jay's "words of wisdom" for his successor SAG drivers and we had our last rounds of euchre, of which sadly Jay was not the winner.
Hi, Jay,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your concise SAG Driver Tips. They were very helpful -- especially the part about thinking of the world in 10 mile segments.
Ricki