Why did the chicken cross the River?

We set off this am to ride New River Gorge area. What should have been a nice day of tarmac corner carving, had an impromptu 10% of the mileage on this track.



After miles into the wild, we drop out into this neat old train station. Initially, given the rugged road we presume it to be abandoned. Nope, it's loaded with people waiting


With all the hubbub about the longest span bridge which is over the New River, this bridge is far more architecturally interesting and far fewer lookie-loos


In normal Dana fashion, by late morning we've found our destination flag... just a paltry 45 miles from our start point.



There is no lack of curvaceous roads today. Many little towns which are just a hollow exoskelton of their 50 year ago hey day. Nice tribute to their roots.


Refuge for the weary traveler


Hit a few gully washouts, which we had to wait for one way traffic. Bruce amused himself during the wait