We got our earliest start yet this morning - 8:30. We were feeling pretty good considering the hilly ride yesterday and the
demoralizing falls. This new and improved attitude may have been due
the the fact that we knew that we were riding 40 miles to
Charlottesville, the biggest city we've been to and we would be staying
at a hotel, courtesy of my father!
Well, it appears that our eyes were bigger than our leg muscles. We had a slow start in the morning and by the time we got on the road it was already at least 90 degrees. A few miles into the ride I fell while stopping at an intersection and landed directly on my left elbow, which I fell on the day before too. This created an even bigger welt and I had to ice it immediately to keep the swelling down- and the pain! Luckily, there was a gas station right across the street to get ice. About 15 miles later, a man driving by stopped to talk to us. He was a biker and lived in the area so he warned us that we were approaching the "Three Sisters"- 3 consecutive hills. I beat Ben up the first sister, which was surprising but I was just happy to be at the top and taking a rest. Then I saw him walking his bike up the hill - never a good sign. He had fallen and cut up his elbow and leg pretty badly and messed up his bike a bit. He went to the house at the top of the hill to wash off the wounds and bandage them up and we were on our way again. Then Ben realized his breaks were rubbing on the back tire and his wheel was out of true (not perfectly straight) and we didn't have a spoke wrench to fix it. So he had to disengage the back breaks for the rest of the ride. By the time all of that happened, we were both exhausted, very hot and rather annoyed at the day's events. When we passed by the marker for Patrick Henry's home, we decided it was a good place to stop for lunch.
At the campground in Ashland, we met a couple from the Netherlands who is biking on our route for 4 weeks. They also stayed at the fire station, so we will probably be bumping into them from time to time.