There were no stops along the entire ride today. The scenery was beautiful, but I was constantly trying to ration my 4 water bottles. Much of the road was chipseal again, and Bob (my trailer) does not like chipseal very much. About half way up the climb, I was losing strength, and I rememberd I had a box of shortbread cookies that I started eating. They saved the day! I got a lot of my strength back and made it comfortably up the rest of the climb.
We finally reached the town of Three-Way, and we stopped at the little market. I was feeling okay, but I was really dehydrated. I ran in, bought a big bottle of gatorade, went outside and chugged the entire thing. I felt much better, and went in to grab some food which I finished in a matter on minutes.
We rode to camp, which was 2 miles off the route. I never like staying off the route because I know it just adds to the total miles. We got to camp, and it was the pretty run-down rv-park. It didn't turn out to be too bad, and the location was beautiful. We were in a valley between mountain ranges, and there was hardly roads or people. At night, it was completely silent (minus all the insects), and you could see every star in the sky.
As we were setting up camp, this older man came over and started chatting with us. I'm still not sure what his affiliation with the rv park was, but I don't think he was the owner. Anyhow, he started to talk about the land and told us he has just killed a bear! If you know me, you know that 1 of my irrational fears is of bears. I (naively) didn't think there were any bears in the south! He showed us the hide (which I was afraid to touch)
and then offered us some bear meat. Of course I wasn't going to turn that down, so he brought us some *fresh bear steaks. I cooked them up for dinner, and we all sampled bear meat. Now I'm afraid that Yogi's mom is going to hunt me down...
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