Set off later than planned as I can never remember into which bag I packed everything. Left at 8am trying to beat the pending thunder storms (which never actually came.) Left Luray down RT340, a busy two-lane road with no shoulders. I spent most of the day staring into my two rear-view mirrors (one on helmet, another on the handlebar.) The road passed in between two mountain ranges. I knew RT33 west would begin when the rage the right ended, so used that as a guide.
Halfway through the day I stopped to take a picture of the range I had almost come to the end of when a dozen very nice cyclists from Quebec pulled up next to me. Knowing the ways of the "Canadianne Francais" from my days in Toronto, I smiled politely before rushing to the nearest village to warn the locals to hide their women and daughters lest they fall victim to the Francophone deception. (Note- this blog will never stretch the truth!)
Made it to Harrisonburg after fighting headwinds and a steady uphill on 33.
Loving the pictures! Glad the storms held out for you... off to a great start! :)
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