Sun's already up as I ride to the meet up point.
Breakfast time at the barnyard.
Nice old farmstead.
Fox Den, a nice little restaurant near the end of the pavement in Del Rio, TN. Time for some biscuits and gravy, bacon and cheese omelet and steaming hot coffee.
After our bellies were full we pulled out for the end of the pavement.
Farm field on one side and mountain rock on the other and a nice morning to take it all in.
Every once in a while you would hit a hard packed stretch that made it easier to handle the bike.
Some great views from up high but disappearing fast as the leaves are coming out blocking the view.
Biker Buddy Paul stopped to take a pic of the valley and mountains on the other side.
Steadily climbing higher with turns, uphills and downhills along the way.
Turn off to Round Mountain Campground.
And still higher we climb, meandering among the drop-offs and solid rock.
Then we pop out at another view but not as good as the last one we stopped for.
High mountain pond and full.
Noticed a few Dogwood Trees blooming. Still some Spring time up here.
And yet a larger pond. I wonder if that man sitting on the dock caught enough for his meal.
Twisting and turning seems like forever but we're only doing about 20-25 mph.
Then there it is, Max Patch.
Max Patch, Pisgah National Forest.
We met a man and his two sons just before we got to the top. They were from GA and had been on the Trail for 4 weeks. They were heading for the end of the Appalachian Trail up in Maine, another 3 or 4 months of hiking. Have to give it to those people that hike the AT, they've got stamina.
Now we're heading down the mountain, back to civilization.
Still some nice views along our trek downward.
From up high you can get a good view of all of the humps and bumps of the mountain chain.
A little roaring stream making its way down the mountain.
Paul stopped to take another picture. Gives the backside a break too.
Now this man is a serious mower. He's looking down very intently, probably trying to spot a boulder before it finds his blade.
As we drop down we get back on the good pavement and head it back toward the house.
Indian smoke signals letting everyone know that we are returning.
So until the next adventure, take stock in what you have and what you will miss if you act stupid. Life is not guaranteed.
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