Looking down the road into Pot Holler
There ended up being bucketloads more climbing than I expected and a lot of brutally steep and technical ground. Jeff rode 99% of our 30 mile loop and I probably rode 85%. I definitely slowed Jeff down walking up some of the more heinous climbs. At least I know what I need to work on now.
My ambition was my downfall. I consoled myself with the knowledge that fewer people could and would do what we're doing than can't or won't. I'm not despondent concerning my poor performance. The sprained ankle and the flu have killed my cardio. Got to build that back up.
As for the destruction of the Narrows road...it's as bad as I expected but more rideable than I could have imagined. We rode through a lot more of the tank traps and bomb craters than I'd have thought. There's potential. The road between the Sheltowee and Sand Lick is a crucial link in the potential mountain biking in the area.
At least they put in erosion control: the closure
of the Narrows section of the Sheltowee Trace
Some cool things we saw: the ghost town of Pilot, a shacklerod engine, the Narrows, sandstone slickrock Kentucky style, we rode down a creek bed on flat rock, and pounded over High Rock.
It's like Moab, but more Appalachian. Above Billey Fork
Not sure what this is like, but it was fun! Pot Holler