The day's forecasted showers (my fiancee, Shireen had given me the weather night before) held off until the late afternoon.
The rain started when I reached Bristol, home of the longest covered bridge in the world.
The roads had been up and down for some time, and when I noticed a flat, smooth, rail trail beside me, I shifted onto it.
One of the bolts securing my right toe clip that had loosened previously and only been hand tightened (as I forgot to properly tighten it) fell off at some point. I replaced it with one of the bolts from the bag of spares I brought.
Unfortunately, several small wash-outs had occurred along the trail. These I was able to walk my bike through. Just after sunset, I came to a huge wash-out at Acker Creek. My options were either fording the waist deep creek or turning back. I looked around for any hidden paths that might facilitate my crossing, and found a fairly perfect spot to camp instead.
I found some birch bark and dry driftwood and made a fire on a gravel beach along the creek, cooked my dinner and set up for the night.
Does anyone know what the cone thing in the above picture is?
The above picture should not have a creek running through the middle of it...There should be a rail trail running uninterrupted from bottom to top.
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