Day 10: Improvised Routing and Inspirational People: Whytheville, VA to Rosedale, VA

Going to bed last night, I had been pretty anxious about a weather report that included phrases like heavy rain, thunderstorms, and flash flood watch It probably would have been a good idea to push through yesterday and then take the rest day during today’s rain. But my body was having none of that malarky, so here I am, well rested and ready to roll.To my great relief the weather forecast in the morning had improved. The heavy rain and flooding warning had moved past me and was about 100 miles East by the time I woke up. Which, as it turns out, was insanely early. By 5:15 I was ready to go, but it was still too dark out. I had picked out an alternate route to the TransAm trail that is more direct, but stays on the larger highway. So, I wanted to get out there before the traffic got heavy. My plan worked from a traffic perspective, but I got the tail end of the nasty storm which cat and dogged me.

My route improvisation yielded some great results. In addition to cutting 15 miles and a moderate amount of vertical off my trip, I came across two great towns that I would have missed otherwise: Marion, VA and Chilhowie, VA

Marion is a town of about 8,000, which feels like a major metropolis along this route. Complete with a rush hour and frenzied big city life. But for all that, it has one of those really great little downtown main street sections that is very pretty. I think I passed 4 or 5 big brick churches through the main part of town. All of them very picturesque.

This is an important point about this trip. A lot of folks expected me to run into “crazies” and other dangerous elements on the road. But the vast majority of people have been kind, gracious, and hospitable. Even now I’m sitting in a church that has devoted a large portion of its space as a hostel for bikers. People are amazing.

But, I didn’t get to this wonderful hostel by magical happy fairy taxi. I had to pedal here. And the final 10 miles was over a gap in the Western Appalachians. I’m a little bit North of the Cumberland Gap. This gap is called Hayters Gap. Hayters gotta Hayte. This doozie was a 1400 ft 10% grade climb. It was the last of the big climbs for a while. I’m glad to have it behind me.