This Memorial Day weekend brought lots of bike riding ... not to the benefit of my garden. Saturday and Sunday: two days, two climbs, both through lovely countryside.
|Washington Mountain Road on the ridgeline|
It was a totally different ride than last year on my touring bike. Still not what any rider would call fast, I'd still be dropped by a group, but climbing it wasn't such an ordeal. We, Pinarello and I, found a pace, and just rolled up it, never feeling like I was going to explode into a billion bits, not redlined during all the steep sections. We just, simply, rode up the hill. It was delightful!
|Pinarello at the start of the climb to Mt. Greylock|
|And at the top of Mt. Greylock|
The road to the top was just opened for the season last week, and the summit was crowded. Happily, this seems to be one road around here where automobile drivers are respectful of cyclists. There are usually a few of us on the road, and it is clearly hard enough that I think lots of drivers are somewhat amazed. Certainly every time I've been on the top more than one driver has asked about the ride and then said something supportive.
|MA Veterans War Memorial Tower|
|Disassembling the hang glider: the wind shifted|
The Appalachian Trail passes through it, on its way from Maine to Georgia. The park is located north of Pittsfield and is actually a part of the Taconic Range, though everyone seems to associate it with the Berkshire Hills. Probably because that is the name not only of the hills, but of the county.
|Hikers, and dog, with packs|
|The view west, from partway down|
To make the ride a few miles longer, I like to park a few miles away, on Pontoosuc Lake, which also provides the easy opportunity to return to the car either by continuing along the park road and descending to Rt. 2 or retracing my route. As I usually do, I descended the same route I came up, returning to Rt. 7.