Traversing The TAT (Trans-America Trail) Chapter 8

A narrow gravel road greeted us shortly after we got back on the TAT.  Sunlight beamed through the trees and lit a sparkling path before us.  It was like nature was putting on a little light show for us, egging us on to go further and faster along the TAT.  The beauty and the excitement got the best of all of us but Tracy and I were the first to succumb to the enticing TAT.  It sparkled our eyes and whispered to us sweetly. Enjoy this as much as you can for it may not be here forever.

For a short while, Tracy and I apparently lost our minds and we raced along, dust rising in our trail with the sun flashing through the green canopy like a golden strobe light.  It was a mesmerizing environment and somehow time stopped.  We had become as one with our surroundings.  I knew we were moving at a rapid pace but the sense of speed was gone.  The feel from my fishtailing bike in the soft gravel only made me feel more part of the environment.  As the bike slowly swayed back and forth beneath me, I imagined being part of a school of fish.  I followed the swaying tail of the bike in front of me, and sped forward trying to keep up with my fellow school member on a stream of gravel,  not water.    I knew something was propelling me.  It was not fins, but the fire from within the bike as well as the fire inside me.  Ultimately we came to a “T” in the road where we were forced to stop and the magic moments were no more.  But we both exchanged knowing smiles, we both knew that we had been enchanted by this particular section of the TAT.  The ladies of our group, apparently much smarter than us, caught up to us at the T junction.  Tracy and I just smiled but I know the ladies knew we had been enchanted and our little escapade was a joyous event for Tracy and I.  We sat at the junction for a brief time and told MaryLee and Kim how much fun we had just had.

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Our little jaunt over, it was time to get going.  As we rode the narrow gravel, we started seeing the first signs of water crossings.  Small slabs of concrete had been poured over narrow creek beds.  Most were less than 100 feet wide with a one inch deep flow of water lazily crossing half the width of the concrete.  We straight lined most of them and before long, we got cocky.  Once again, we started enjoying ourselves and Tracy and MaryLee quickly vanished into the distance while Kim and I dawdled along enjoying the green canopy that surrounded us.

I had almost forgotten about the our travelling companions when we rounded a corner and started down an incline.  There in front of us lay Tracy’s bike on its side.  A downtrodden looking couple stood and gazed down at the machine which seemed to be taking a nap in the very shallow water.  It was a sorry sight.  They both stood there for a while, a bit dazed about the whole event.

Tracy, a veteran rider of more than 30 years fell off his bike in less than an inch of water?  How could that happen?  I quickly got my answer as I stopped and dismounted my bike to assist.  As I hurried over to them, I stepped into the tiny stream and almost ended on my backside.  This was no ordinary water crossing.  This water crossing was over a layer of stone, not concrete.  An on that stone was an almost invisible very slippery and slimy algae.  No wonder Tracy fell off!  I have walked on skating rinks in my shoes before and I can honestly say that this rock was far more slippery.

Now the three of us stared at Tracy’s stricken machine while Kim stood at the side of the crossing taking pictures.  For posterity!  Surely three of us could easily pick up a 650cc motorcycle!  But it was not to be.  Each time we reached down to pick it up, we started scrambling for footing.  This algae was slimy!  So in a concerted and coordinated manner we proceeded to pick the bike up.  After a couple of tries, we were able to get it back on two wheels.  Now all we had to do was push it across the water crossing.

Very carefully, the three of us slowly pushed the bike to the opposite side of the water crossing.  We decided that we had better get the other three bikes across as well.  So Tracy and I agreed that we would take the ladies’ bikes across the water crossing ourselves.  It wasn’t that the ladies were not good riders, it was the thought of either of them going down on this slippery rock would not be pleasant.  But how to do it?

Riding with legs outstretched like outriggers, Tracy slowly rode MaryLee’s bike across.  Then it was my turn, first Kim’s machine and then mine.  But it must have been a real sight watching two middle aged men taking the bikes across the crossing.  With only an inch of water, we must have looked like we were 4 year old beginners.  It was not a difficult task, but it sure was a slow one.

When we had all four bikes across, it was time to inspect Tracy’s bike for damage.  His right pannier was damaged significantly.  It was bent backwards and downwards and its perfect rectangular shape was now a very interesting trapezoid.  The lid lay hanging at the side of the pannier but it had retained its shape.  Once we flipped the lid over the top of the pannier, two separate gaping isosceles triangles appeared under the lid leaving the contents of the pannier in the elements.

We would have to make a field fix if Tracy was to be able to use his pannier for the remainder of the trip.  I got out my toolkit, but there wasn’t really anything that would help this mangled pannier.  So we’d have to improvise and improvise we did.  We roamed the area and found a fist size rock.  That ought to do the trick I thought as Tracy prepared to do his best McGyver impersonation.

With a little pounding and tugging, we were able to get the pannier to be rectangular enough to be able to close the lid with the assistance of some good old duct tape.  That stuff is great for everything!

After about an hour at and on the side of the trail, Tracy’s pannier was sealed and we were once again on the TAT motoring towards the evenings destination.  Little did we know it but we were to have another challenge that day and let me say that this challenge was no bull!

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Traversing The TAT (Trans-America Trail) Chapter 7

The following morning, the sun rose quickly and immediately heated the muggy air to a grey haze.  We finished a quick breakfast and headed out to the TAT once again.  We were quickly back on the TAT and were greeted by narrow twisting roads under a lush green canopy from the surrounding trees.  The traffic was non-existent leaving us to enjoy the swoopy corners and somewhat cooler air.

Again I was riding at the tail of the group, and clouds of dust rose from the gravel track.  But it didn’t diminish the pleasure that the TAT was gifting to us.  I watched from the back of the pack as Tracy faded into the distance and MaryLee and Kim played a kind of moto tag with each other.  MaryLee would lead the way and Kim would sprint up to her until the dust began to get too heavy and faded back.  I was enjoying the playful component of the ride immensely.

By the way, if you don’t know, click on any one of the pictures in the gallery below and it will open that picture into a full size picture and then you can click your way through the remainder of the pictures in either direction in full size.

But after about an hour, the verdant canopies began to part and we found ourselves in farm country.  Green fields contrasted with golden fields of grain.  As we rode along, we saw evidence that the locals were working the fields to get the crops of grain in.    We were used to seeing the huge plastic rolls of hay that are widely seen in New England.  But the stacks we were seeing were vastly different.

Small piles were neatly stacked along side each other.  The stacks consisted of what appeared to be individually bound bundles tossed in opposing directions making for a tightly bundled and geometrically shaped pile.  We had never seen stacking like this and to us, it didn’t seem to be prepared by the large farm equipment that roams some of the fields back home.  But something was stacking these small works of art dotting the fields.  Who or what could be doing it?

It wasn’t long before we got our answer.  As we turned from one small road onto another, there in a field directly in front of us was a pair of beautiful harnessed draft horses.  As draft animals, they were huge and they dwarfed their owner who stood close by.  Clad in jeans and a shirt topped off by a large brimmed black hat, a young Amish man watched as we approached and ducked down seemingly trying to hide.  So it was him who had been making these beautiful stacks of grain.

Tracy  stopped to take a picture and the farmer insisted that he not to take one, so as requested, Tracy put away his camera, said hello and rode off.  As we continued our way through the county, it became clear that we were in fact in an Amish enclave.  Good sized farms were all about but suddenly I noticed something a bit odd.  At the roadside, there were no telephone poles and no wires running into the farms.  They had no electricity!

Kim’s uncle is a farmer and we know how hard and thankless a job farming can be.  Many, many hours are spent in the fields trying to bring a crop in and/or taking care of the animals.  It has to be one of the most difficult and exhausting jobs in the world.  And then it dawned on me.  As difficult as it was to be a farmer, they often use electricity and power tools to accomplish the day’s tasks.  Now take away the electricity and all the power tools and you have the life of an Amish farmer.  It makes you think about how committed those people are to their beliefs.  Forsaking even the most rudimentary of power equipment, they still carry on the difficult day’s work without complaint.  It truly is an amazing act of faith to maintain such a life.

It also made me think about the little works of art that were the grain piles.  No farm equipment making 10 foot rolls of hay were being used.  The Amish used their own two hands and made each bundle individually.  When you looked at the size of some of the fields, I felt a deep admiration for those people who toil so hard, while the tools to make their lives easier went unused.  Their faith was their tool and they used it well to maintain a hard but appreciated life.   Witnessing this, I thought to myself that to be Amish, you have to be a very stout person.  Very stout indeed.

The enclave was fairly large and it took us about 10 minutes to pass through it.  Along the way, we passed one of their well known plain black buggies.  Pulled by a single horse, the buggy made its way along the road, with its lantern headlights and tail lights.  Two women sat in the buggy, one middle aged and another old.  I could just make out their black clothes and bonnets as I rode by.

It made quite a contrasting scene.  Immediately in front of me were two women in a single horse drawn wooden carriage.  While just ahead, I could see two women riding on small horses of steel and aluminum that far eclipsed the power of the larger single horse buggy.  Riding through this little enclave, really helped me put things into perspective and open my eyes to a different way of life.  A way of life that could be more physically demanding, but for them, more meaningful.

Soon after passing the buggy, once again the fields started to fade and we found ourselves traveling through very sparsely populated land.  The road narrowed and the trees closed in.  The road was now barely large enough to fit a single car, but it was nice to be in the shade at times.  What structures there were on this road were very old and most abandoned.  Wooden planks of siding sagged from the buildings, age having long since taken the remnants of colorful paint away.  But in their grey hued glory, they told a story of remote living and of farms that had long since come and gone.

We lazily dawdled along in the oppressive heat under the canopy of green leaves and grey branches.  At times, the gravel road gave way small concrete water crossings an inch or two deep.  At first they were no more than 50 feet across, but they soon got wider and more treacherous.  You might ask how a couple of inches of water might constitute a treacherous hazard.  How could water on a hard surface only one or two inches deep cause any problems?  We’ll talk about that in the next chapter.

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Traversing The TAT (Trans-America Trail) Chapter 6

We knew that to find some cool air we’d have to get off the TAT for a while.  So we found the nearest paved road and hightailed it towards the nearest town.  Along the way we found a small marina perched on the side of a narrow green river.  A dirt parking lot greeted us with a single large willow tree drooping in the heat.  We parked the bikes under its branches to get out of the sun.

As we walked towards the marina, the river’s yellowish green water sluggishly churned under an old rusted metal railroad bridge.  The water looked to be moving as slow as we were, both of us slowly making our way towards our final destinations.  We walked towards the marina boat house hoping to find somewhere to could cool off.  Unfortunately there weren’t any apparent public areas.  The few people at the marina looked at us but didn’t utter a word.  We must have been quite a sight in our dusty, sweaty gear with our riding pants open at every vent.  We smiled at the people, said hello but other than a short hi, there was no other response.  It was clear that this place wasn’t going to provide us a respite from the heat so we returned to the bikes and got under way again.

By the way, if you don’t know, click on any one of the pictures in the gallery below and it will open that picture into a full size picture and then you can click your way through the remainder of the pictures in either direction in full size.

Luckily for us, about 5 miles down the road, we came to a small gas station with a little restaurant and… air conditioning!  We were elated.   Kim and I needed fuel, but the cool air beckoned  and we just couldn’t wait to get inside.  We almost immediately ripped our gear off and rushed towards the restaurant.  It was one of those 3 Stooges moments, each of us racing to get our gear off and looking at each other.  Who was going to make it into the cool air first?  If we had all gotten to the door at the same time, I could have seen me pulling Tracy backwards while I clawed at the door while just as I got to the threshold, MaryLee would jump on my shoulders knocking me to the ground and plunge for the entry way… until Kim would have grabbed MaryLee by her ankle and pulled her from the entry.  And so it would continue until one of us had established our supremacy and fell through the door with a triumphant yell with the others hot on their heels.

Once inside, it was literally a breath of fresh air.  Cold air blew from not one, but two air conditioners.  So cold that Kim got goosebumps from being chilled; she was quite happy with that result.  As we surveyed the rest of the scene, we found pure country.  The gas station part of the store had all the little things that a local small town family owned store might have for its residents.  Gum, fishing lures, comic books, pliers, firewood; you name the little market had it.

The restaurant was even better.  The walls were covered with farm implements and the tools of farming.  Fastened to the wall just above our table was a horse collar that had been converted into a mirror.  Next to it was an empty feed bag and next to that were a couple of scythes.  It was just a wonderful mix of eclectic farming implements used to make the place feel like all were welcome.  It was a terrific place to stop.

Settled at our table, we read from a paper menu filled with down home items like meatloaf with gravy, hot dogs, hamburgers, sandwiches, potato salad, fries and chips and the like.  There was no fancy stuff here, just comfort food.  Having been cooled off, we were ready to eat.  No sooner than we sat down, than almost as by magic a waitress appeared and took our order.  Our requested food arrived in what seemed like no time and we got down to the business of eating.

By now we were very hungry and ready to shovel the tasty food down.  But in this cool air, none of us was in a rush to finish and get back into the heat and humidity.  We even took the time to order and eat dessert!  By the time we were done, our 30 minute lunch had turned into an hour and a half meal.  Ultimately we could delay no longer, and we ventured back out into the heat.

Once outside, we returned to our bikes and the girls decided that they’d had enough of the heat for the day.  A suggestion was made to leave the TAT for the rest of the day and head towards the hotel at all due speed.  Normally, we’d want to spend as much time on the gravel as possible, but in these conditions, no-one objected.

As we prepared to mount our bikes, Kim found that she had a visitor and it looked like he wanted to get a drink too.  A three inch wide moth walked his way over the top of Kim’s gear and nestled himself (or herself) up against Kim’s water bottle.  It looked like he was settling in for the ride and slaking his thirst before we departed.  We tried to give him a little motivation to be on his way but he decided he wasn’t going anywhere but with us.  Ultimately, we had to remove the little guy by hand and send him on his way so we could get started towards the hotel.

Moth removed, we put on our gear and went to fuel up the bikes.  As we pulled up to the pumps, we noticed a small handwritten cardboard sign inside the pump proclaiming NO ETHANOL.  Wow, no ethanol!  In the US, no ethanol fuel is quite a find and is non-existent where we live in New Hampshire.  So with our small tanks, Kim and I proceeded to fill our bikes to the brim with the undiluted high octane fuel.  Little did we know that this one decision would have grave consequences on our ability to finish our TAT journey.

During lunch we had decided that we would take the shortest route back to the hotel due to the heat and humidity.  Once again it would be all pavement to the hotel at this late time of day.  But some fun times would still be had before we arrived at our evening’s destination.

Although it was really, really hot, we were having fun on the lonely twisting roads.  We were not on powerful bikes, but it was still a joy to be on a lightweight machine swooping back and forth, playing with and on the curves.  Speeds and spirits were high until I rounded a corner and saw the unmistakable markings of a police cruiser.  I was about to grab the brakes but just beyond the cruiser sat another car parked next to the cruiser.  It was an orange Dodge Charger with Confederate stripes on the roof.

Wait a minute, flashed through my head, that’s not a real cruiser.  As I got closer, it was clear that it was not a real cruiser and the Charger was a replica of the General Lee from the old TV show Dukes of Hazzard.   Cool!!!  For this, I had to stop and the rest of the gang stopped to let me take pictures.  I was never a big fan of the TV show, but both replicas were really well done and I had to get a few pictures.  I placed the bike in front of both cars and snapped a couple of pictures as a remembrance of this nice chance encounter.

It was soon time for us to get underway and once again fortune smiled down on us.  Our route would take us across the Natchez Trace.  A brand new smooth ribbon of asphalt twisting through a forest.  It was a two lane road with broad grass shoulders that made the whole road seem like a ride through a carefully manicured park.  The road was virtually deserted and once again we had a chance to play on the curves of the road without any traffic.  The heat of the day was almost forgotten as we swooped our way through lazy open sweepers, our group snaking lazily through the woods.

Once again I was tail end Charlie, but this time I wasn’t eating any dust and I was really enjoying the views as we made our way towards our hotel for the evening.  Even though we were on the pavement for another hour and a half, the time literally flew by and before we knew it we had arrived at our hotel for the evening.  We’d need to clean up a bit before dinner, but all of us were happy with what we’d done and where we’d been on this day.

Tomorrow would be another hot day, but we were undeterred, we were having a great time and with the next sunrise, we’d be on gravel most of the day.  We were psyched and with a little rest, we’d be ready to attack the TAT once again.

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Traversing The TAT (Trans-America Trail) Chapter 5

Our brief night’s sleep was followed by a morning dawn of bright blue sky.  Although the sun had set on our first day’s ride, the heat of the previous day had never broken.  I stuck my head out the hotel door to sample the temperature and immediately a wall of heat and humidity streamed into the room.  It was already sweltering.

I walked back into the room and I guess that my face told the story.  Kim just looked at me and said “It’s sweltering isn’t it?”  I gave her the look that said yes and she smiled and just started to get ready to ride for the day.  We both stared at our dusty riding gear laying on a chair across from the bed.  Neither of us really wanted to put on all that gear in the sweltering heat.

By the way, if you don’t know, click on any one of the pictures in the gallery below and it will open that picture into a full size picture and then you can click your way through the remainder of the pictures in either direction in full size.

But the TAT was calling and the longer we waited, the higher the temperature would climb.  So we put on our dusty gear and headed out for the day.  Tracy and MaryLee were ready and we wasted little time in getting underway.  A quick stop to pick up some fuel and a little meddling with the GPS and we were soon on the TAT.

After only about 15 minutes on pavement, we were once again back on the gravel of Tennessee passing verdant fields and small family farms.  On today’s ride we would not see any of the massive commercial farms, only those run by enclaves of dedicated families who tilled the earth to bring us the food we eat each day.  As we rode, proud but weary buildings told stories of those people who toiled each day to scratch a living from the earth.  Some once proud very large barns had now given their all and leaned precariously or fell completely under the sweltering sun.  Patches of once bright paint clung to the barn board that was now grey with age and withered with time.

Trucks from the 1950s and 1960s with their dulled paint and pieced together bodies sat side by side with newer expensive dual wheeled, closed cockpit air conditioned tractors.  Each of these tools had its role, and each would be used until it could no longer give any more.  Then like an old animal, it would be put out to pasture to lay in the sun, watching the seasons pass until it was no more.

We were only in this farmland for a couple of hours but with each passing farm scene I could see that each was but a chapter in the very beautiful story of how nature and man are inextricably intertwined.  Viewing them made me feel very small and the world very large.  Having taken all this in, I was awed by how unbelievably important our farmers are to us and how little we think of them and fail thank them each day.

It was now getting hotter with both the earth the riders baking in the sun.  It was time to do something to get some relief.  Anticipating some heat, Kim and I had brought cool vests for extreme heat.  It was now or never and we put them to good use.  Cool vests are vests that you wet down and then wear close to your body.  As you move through the air, the vest retains the water but allows a small amount to evaporate cooling its wearer.

Both Kim and MaryLee were really suffering in the heat so I gave mine to MaryLee and Kim put hers on.  Tracy and I could almost see immediately that the girls were more comfortable and the vests were doing their job.  Under our riding gear, Kim and I were also wearing pressure suits.  Pressure suits are like jackets made of mesh with molded in plastic armor.  Not ideal for pavement but sufficient for gravel roads.  Kim and I decided that we would offload our jackets and ride with the pressure suit as our jackets.  Anything to get some cooling air past our bodies.

Lighter and somewhat cooler than when we started the day, we rode along taking in the farms and the green countryside.  As we rounded a corner we approached a barn with a pond in front.  Not unusual you might think, and as to barn there was nothing unusual.  It was the pond that was a bit different.  Inside the pond, a big black blob appeared to be moving slowly back and forth.  What the heck could that be I thought to myself and as we got closer, we found that it was not a rock.  It was something far more interesting.  It was black with small splotches of white… and it was furry.  It was a cow standing belly high in the pond.

As we approached and ultimately passed, the cow looked at us impassively and merely got back to the business of cooling off.  Now I didn’t feel so bad.  No I wasn’t a wuss, no sir.  It was so hot that the cows were standing in the ponds to cool off.  That my friends is pretty hot.  Even though she had a leather jacket on, I did not give her any credit.  Some of us were out riding in the heat, and others of us were simply lounging around in their natural pools.

We continued riding gravel and found ourselves somewhat lost.  The TAT isn’t always that well marked and sometimes you just have to make a decision to go one way or the other until you can find the next section.  So as we mosey-ed along, we came to another gravel road that could have been the right one for this segment of the TAT.  The girls were pretty hot so Tracy and I went on ahead and scoped out the possible turn.  What we found was pretty cool.

We rode a section of rather loose rocky gravel enclosed by trees.  Branches of all sizes littered the road and there were some tree falls partially blocking the road as well.  We rode around the tree falls and branches enjoying the somewhat cooler air in the trees.  Ultimately, we ended up at a locked swinging gate that was supposed to barricade us from a wooden topped dam.  We could ride around the swinging gate, but at the other end of the dam was a tall chain link fence that we could not get around.

I walked across the dam taking some pictures of the dam itself and an apparent power station.  It must have been overly dry or they must not have needed the energy because although one side of the dam was full of water, the lee side of the dam was mostly dry.  A mostly dry river bed ran to an impressive building and large array of power lines, but no water was churning any generators.  It was a bit strange seeing all that engineering sitting idle while the supply of water it needed to produce electricity sat on the opposite side of the dam waiting its turn to go rushing through the generators and empty out into the river below.

Time passed very quickly during my little dam inspection and when I returned to the meet with the rest of the gang, it was clear that Kim was really suffering from the heat.  She was all flushed and she literally had to sit down to keep her head clear.  It was time to get into some cooler air pronto, so after we had plied Kim with water and recharged her cooling vest, we got under way to find some cool air and some food for our road worthy women.

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Traversing The TAT (Trans-America Trail) Chapter 4

The increasing heat and humidity turned the once bright blue skies and surrounding air to shades of grey.   A murky haze surrounded us completely; so dense it appeared to be making everything sweat.  Little did we know it at the time, but each of the pictures we would take this day would have a washed out, grey hue.

Our initial riding section was to be through some dirt country lanes.  Plumes of dust were hurled skyward by each bikes tires.  Dust clouds slowly rose and as each bike passed, the dust became more intense.  As the fourth out of four riders, visibility was greatly reduced but it still didn’t dim my excitement about riding the TAT.

Our environment was beautiful.  Trees surrounded us from both sides and overhead.  We continued our ride thinking that the more we rode under the leafy canopies overhead, the cooler it would become.  But the heat was unrelenting and even as we rode in the shade, the temperature and humidity continued to rise.  I opened all the vents on my lightweight Goretex off-road gear, I an attempt to get some cooling air.  However, as the tail end Charlie of our group, the vents only let in the dust which rapidly transformed from its airborne state to a muddy goo inside the suit.  It was truly damned if you do or damned if you don’t situation.

It was beginning to become quite uncomfortable, but we were there to ride and we wanted to get the most from our adventure.  It just so happened that at this moment,the adventure was becoming more difficult.  So we continued our ride in the stifling heat and humidity taking brief stops here and there to drink some cool water.

As we were approaching one of those stops, I think the heat got to me.  Tracy, MaryLee and Kim had already pulled to the side of the road to have a drink and check the maps.  For some reason, I took this as an opportunity to do a bit of a fly by.  Coming off the corner and approaching the trio, I twisted the throttle and went flying by letting them eat a bit of my dust for a change.  Wooo….  Hoooo….  I thought as I passed them all.

However, my victory pass would be very short lived.  I turned the bike around and then pulled up behind them.  I turned the bike off and started to dismount.  As I alighted from the machine, I lost my balance and dropped the bike to the ground in an exceptional display of ineptitude.  Marvelous.  Sometimes the heat can do crazy things to you.  I scrambled to pick the bike up as quickly as possible using my best, “I meant to do that” look, but nobody was buying it.  They merely looked at me like an insolent little child and went back to cooling off and checking the map.

We decided it was time for some fuel, something to eat and the possibility for some air conditioning.  So we made our way through the canopies at greater speed hoping that we would soon come across a suitable stopping place.  After about an hour, we found a small gas station with an attached mini-mart and restaurant.  We had struck gold.  We pulled in and fueled up quickly.  We rolled our bikes away from the fuel pumps and quickly shed our outer riding gear.

Just as we were heading into the restaurant, a group of bikes pulled in, then another and still another.  We had arrived at a bike rally of sorts.  All different types of bikes were represented.  From sports bikes to cruisers to our dual sports bikes, they were all there.  We stopped and chatted about various topics and the types of bikes we were riding.  We would have chatted with everyone, but not everyone was human.  One of the riders had as his passenger, his small dog complete with goggles and skull cap.  It was a great meeting of riders on diverse types of machines.  But they were only there for fuel and while standing in the sun the heat was intense.  Before we knew it, they were all on their way.

Our conversations completed and wilting from the heat, it was time for cool air and some food.  We quickly made our way inside and the cool air was amazing.  As I stood looking at the menu, I realized how hot it really was.  Finally clear of all the covering gear, sweat poured from my head and into my eyes.  My under layer shirt was totally soaked and I could feel the rivulets of sweat pouring down my back and into my pants.  Being inside seemed only to intensify my awareness of how hot I had been.  I thought to myself that I might be eating this meal very slowly to extend the time I had in the cool dry air.  I didn’t want to hold everyone up, but I was really, really hot.

I needn’t have worried though.  As we sat at the table together eating our sandwiches, we exchanged knowing looks that indeed all of us were feeling the effects of the heat and sun.  There were only 40 trail miles left to go on the day’s ride, but we each knew it was 40 miles of dust, gravel, sun and heat that none of us wanted to continue in.  The temperature was well over 100 degrees and the humidity was unbearable.

We decided that although we probably only had about two more hours of trail riding to go, we’d stick to the pavement and head straight to our hotel and air conditioning.  Once we had eaten our sandwiches and hydrated ourselves, we put our gear back on and made for the hotel in Crossville, Tennessee.  There would be no gravel roads on this final leg, just smooth pavement where we could maximize our speed and reduce our exposure to the heat.

Thus ended our first full day on the TAT.  We had enjoyed our introduction, but we were rapidly learning that the TAT commanded respect in all aspects.  We’d been taught respect for the roads and trails, as well as environment in which we rode.  We knew that the TAT would provide some challenges, but we’d underestimated all of the types of challenges that the TAT could throw at us.  We were now well schooled, and with new awareness we readied ourselves for day two.

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