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Wednesday: Manteo, 59 mi
Today I was finally going get to the northern end of the Outer Banks. We were going to bike from Kill Devil Hill to the Currituck Light House. I had ridden to Kill Devil twice before, but was never able to go further than Kitty Hawk so I was looking forward to the morning ride.
The ride started with a slight south western wind which was more cross than anything and never really brothered us on the ride up. The ride was over roads, paths and bike lanes. We rode through the towns of Kitty Hawk, Southern Shores, Duck and Corolla. It was really quite nice and we were surprised at the different look of the Outer Banks here than at the south end. It was much more developed and commercial here than across the bridge over the Oregon Inlet. Before long we pulled into the Currituck Park for lunch under the view of the Currituck Light House. |
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Kill Devil Hill and the Wright Brothers memorial |
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The Currituck lighthouse |
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After lunch Susan�s back was sore and she decided to take the van so I headed back to Kill Devil Hill with a couple of other riders. This time the wind was a little more of a nuisance, but the sand dunes and beach houses helped block it a lot of the way. This was a quick trip back for me, around 15 MPH, and soon we were back at the pick-up area.
Tonight we were on our own for supper so a group of us headed to the Full Moon Caf� for black and bleu cheese burgers, and a couple of beers. We strolled through town and back to our B&B. Susan�s back was still sore so we decided call it a night. Little did we know that the crash of a few days back was not through with us just yet. |
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The back porch of the White Doe Inn |
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Thursday: Columbia, 20 mi
Today was the last day of our �bike vacation.� There was another short shuttle over a couple of bridges and we started biking to Columbia, NC again. The Carolina folks were going to drop off our trailer and panniers for us at the B&B so we got to enjoy one more day of ridding �unloaded�. As we were riding along Susan went to put on her brakes and the front ones no longer worked. A quick check showed us that a piece had broken and I had no way to make a repair on the road. Anne, one of the owners made a call to the van support and before long there was the van waiting for us. Her husband Greg took a look and quickly got a part and had it fixed better than new. There�s a lot to be said for having a support team. Especially one as good and nice as Greg and Anne of Carolina Tailwinds! Thanks. |
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On the road to Columbia, unloaded! |
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The little cable stop that broke on Susan's brakes |
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The wind had picked up and Susan was beginning to have some real back pain those last few miles into Columbia. We rode to the rest stop in Columbia to tell everyone goodbye and thank Greg and Anne for a great time. It was with a little sadness and trepidation that we watched that van pull away and leave us all alone in Columbia. I was also beginning to worry about Susan�s fitness. I had not realized how bad her back had gotten as I watched her try to get back on her bike. I had to help her lift her leg over so she could saddle up. It seems that fall across the bikes had twisted her back more than we first thought.
We rode the short way back to town to eat and then back to our room. We walked to a pharmacy and got some pain pills and a chemical heating pad. Those seemed to help and later that evening we walked to eat at a local oyster bar. It was a good meal shared with some local folks and we enjoyed the evening. We even got to meet the sheriff. When we left everyone wished us well on our trip. |
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The Brickhouse Inn. It's not brick. The owner was named Larry Brickhouse. |
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Downtown Columbia |
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