Tuesday, June 26, 2018

The Old PA Tpk 300k (or so)



About a year ago, friends Liz and Kelly rode a century route from Hancock, MD north into Pennsylvania and along an abandoned stretch of the Pennsylvania Turnpike.  I done some riding, and driving, through that area and knew it was beautiful and the idea of riding on an abandoned expressway, including tunnels, was just cool.  I also knew of a great farm-to-table restaurant in Bedford – Horn O’Plenty – that would make a great lunch stop, so I began to plan routes over the winter. 

Last week, riding pal Ed asked if I wanted to join him and Mary (life and tandem partner) on an informal 300k ride to help them prepare for a 1200K Randonnee in August.  Looking for an adventure on the longest Saturday of the year, I said yes and quickly modified my abandoned Pennsylvania Turnpike route to get to 300k.  Ed looked over the route and said “let’s do it!”  He especially liked the Horn O’Plenty stop because we had stopped there a few years ago on a Fleche with our friend Jerry, who is riding across Eurasia and who would have loved this adventure too.  We promised to toast him at lunch. 

In retrospect, we probably rushed the route planning a bit because the route turned out to be more of everything than we anticipated: more confusing intersections and turns, more rain, water, and flooding, an unbelievable number of double-digit grades, more than a few moments of doubt and pain, and a generally tough route.  Any one of those things could have turned the day into a disaster.  Instead, the day offered non-stop surprises and adventures that delivered a much more rewarding ride than if we had dialed it all in perfectly.  Here is how it happened.  You can also read Mary's account here and Ed's account here.  They both feature some great photos of the day.


We met at 5:00 a.m. near the Valley View Mall in Hagarstown, MD.  Between the three of us, we were familiar with some of the roads, but not all of them.  In particular, the miles between about 35 – 110 were almost all new to us.  All we knew is that Pennsylvania hills and roads are often ridiculously steep, there are lots of them, sometimes they turn to dirt, and there are not many stores or services out there.  Daunted but game, we set out.

The first 35 miles to Hancock were over mostly familiar roads, but we were starting in a dark drizzly rainy morning with low clouds and fog.  Not promising, and more than once I told myself if the sun did not peek out and the fog lift I would bail at Hancock.  Nonetheless, the miles rolled by in an eerie, dreary sort of beauty.  And so much water!  Creeks and rivers were swollen and brown with mud.  Small ditches were now raging creeks or lakes.  We had our first surprise on this stretch when we encountered a flooded road and had to splish splash our way across a yard to avoid the lake in the road.

We rolled into Hancock a bit behind schedule, but with the clouds seeming to lift a bit, feeling ok about the rest of the day.  After some Sheetz food, and a brief chat with two guys heading to Pittsburgh on the C&O – GAAP trails, it was off into the unknown.  Although it was not raining, it was damp.  And there was water everywhere.  Raging creeks, drippy trees, hillsides leaking water everywhere, it seemed.   We knew the 50-odd miles to lunch would be the “climby” part of the ride, and we were not wrong.  Lots of hills, all of them steep, and two long climbs.  The descents were great, though.  Not too technical so we could really fly – hit 44 MPH once despite braking frequently.  Ed & Mary had a scary moment when their chain over-shifted and managed to get wrapped around the crank.  Luckily, they stopped pedaling immediately and did not rip their derailleur off.  They cruised to a stop and Ed’s expert wrenching skills saved the day as he had to “break” the chain to unwrap it and use a quick link to repair it.  Soon enough we were off again.

Next was the big climb to Rainsburg Gap.  This was my low moment of the day.  2 miles at 8-12% was more than my legs could handle.  It may have been mental too, because the clouds made it impossible to tell how much more there was.  Whatever, I walked the last ½ mile or so while Ed and Mary patiently waited for me at the top.  From there it was another spectacular descent and a nice, fast run to Horn O’Plenty.  The sun started to come out and the roads were even dry in places.  We also saw goats, and if goats don’t help cheer you up, nothing will.  The day was looking up!


Lunch did not disappoint.  We toasted Jerry.  I had an appetizer of creamy garlic cheese stuffed into Day Lilies.  Beautiful and tasty.  A hearty veggie burger, coffee, and ibuprofen and I was ready to the rest of the day.  Bellies full and batteries recharged, we set out on a gentler stretch of road east to Everett, PA.  This section runs through a gap in the mountains along the Juanita River and the views were lovely.  The views also included a looming line of thunderstorms.  We decided to push on and hope for the best, while keeping an eye out for shelter just in case.  We encountered our second detour of the day when a bridge was out for repairs.  As we mulled our options, neighbors popped out of their doors and showed us a way around through their backyard.  Super friendly and helpful.  We got about 100 yards before the rain started, so a quick detour under a large awning to sit out the rain.  After about 15 minutes, the storm had passed, and we were off.  Despite the predictions of another wave of rain later, that was the last of the rain for the day.

The next waypoint was the start of the abandoned turnpike near Breezewood.  On paper this section looked easy, but it included a number of short steep hills that really hurt, and a surprise dirt section that required walking over a new layer of thick gravel and then slippery mud.  Another salute to Jerry who delights in surprise gravel roads.  After that first 100 yards or so, the road was easily ridable and scenic too, and after more ups and downs we made it to where the abandoned turnpike was supposed to start. 

But we could not find it.  There was the road we just came up, and the major road coming from Breezewood.  The map showed the old turnpike just to our left, but all was saw was a sketchy sign and a foot path leading up a steep embankment.  After scratching our heads, we headed up it and low and behold, there it was.  Partially overgrown and badly deteriorating, the divided lanes of this abandoned section of the PA Tpk headed east.  Although largely flat, this was not easy riding.  We weaved and darted about to avoid ruts, potholes, weeds, and chunks of loose pavement.  The random graffiti and debris gave it a Mad Max, post-apocalyptic look.  And then there were the tunnels.  Two of them, both long.  They were pitch black – Stygian I think is the word – and cold too.  Although the pavement was pretty smooth, we went slow to avoid rocks and rubbish.  And because it was downright creepy.  After the second tunnel, Ed and Mary flatted, so we got another impromptu break.  After another two miles, we came to the end and returned to normal roads.

To continue what was becoming a somewhat surreal day, out next rest stop was an actual Rest Stop on the real, modern Pennsylvania Turnpike.  We wiggled and snuck our way through a service area to ride our bikes up to the Sideling Hill Rest Stop, where one person asked us if we had ridden on the freeway.  We said no, but felt awesome for biking to the rest stop!  As we ate a late lunch, we also began to do the math and realized that our planned route included two more big climbs and over 70 miles, and we were probably looking at a tough slog to get back by midnight.  More of everything than we wanted.  Luckily Ed knew this area well and found us a shortcut that shaved 15-20 miles and replaced two big climbs with one climb he described as a “super shallow climb.”  And that became my mantra for the rest of the ride: “super shallow climb, super shallow climb.”  It sounded so good.

And in fact the super shallow climb up to Cowans Gap was fantastic.  After a frustrating pause to repair another flat – which also gave us a chance to plot out the rest of our route – we set off up the super shallow climb.  Mostly in the big ring, with the skies clear and cool, I felt like a real cyclist instead of the dead weight I felt on the steeper climbs earlier.  We regrouped at the top and set off the even more awesome drop down to the valley.  The 2-3 mile descent was fantastic.  Oddly, although we had not felt a drop of rain for hours, the road on the east side of the mountain was wet and we had clearly just missed the rain.  After a few more ups and downs, we reached the valley proper and motored our way to Mercersburg for a late snack before the final run back to Hagarstown.

As we pulled into the Rutters in Mercersburg, we saw a bunch of folks in reflective gear waving and shouting at us.  We waved back, and realized they were a support crew for a RAAM team.  After getting some quick food, we rode over to say hi.  It turned out that this was the support crew for the tandem relay teams.  Ed and Mary bonded with the tandem riders, and I chatted with another rider and crew members.  They had 28 people, including both riders and crew, three or four vehicles and everything you needed to be a rolling kitchen, hotel, and bike shop for 2+ weeks.  Pretty impressive.  It was also awesome to get props from RAAM riders for our 180 mile adventure and to simply be standing by a gas station in Mercersburg PA at 9:00 on a Saturday talking about biking adventures like this is a normal thing in Mercersburg (or anywhere!).  My Peeps!

Finally, and with the sun truly setting, we rolled out for the last 15-20 miles.  We were off our original route now and navigating by memory and occasional glances at out phones.  By this point, we were not functioning at peak mental capacity and we opted for the route easiest to remember, with fewest turns, rather than the shortest.  This section was wonderful.  Riding at night is something special.  The air was cool but pleasant.  Lightening bugs lit up the fields, and frogs and bird chirped all around.  The sun glowed over the hills to the west and soon the moon and stars filled the sky.  The road trended downhill and we flew along nicely, ticking off the miles.  I even started to enjoy the feel of bugs smashing into me.

But the exuberance of riding and the diminishment of mental capacity is not a good combination.  I got ahead of Ed and Mary and missed a turn after the route numbers changed as we crossed into Maryland.  Fortunately, Ed and Mary saw me miss the turn and chased me down by the next intersection where we stopped to replot the route.  My phone was dead, so having got us off course I was useless.  After getting himself oriented, Ed replotted our route, with no real mileage penalty as it turned out.  I dialed my exuberance back a notch and resolved to stick behind Ed and Mary so we could stay together.  With one final stop to check the map, we rolled back to the hotel just before 11.  I ended up with 179 miles on the day, and about 12,900 feet of elevation gain.  Here is my GPS track of the ride: https://ridewithgps.com/trips/24671368 (my Garmin fritzed out a bit between about miles 40-50 and I am missing the first mile or so due to operator error) and the mapped out as-ridden version is here: https://ridewithgps.com/routes/27887381.

It was a great day.  A true adventure.  After getting over the morning blahs, and the low point on the heights of Rainsburg Gap, I felt great all day, both physically and mentally.  I finished feeling strong and really never had an extended period of just wishing the ride would end.  Looking back, this was several rides in one.  Between the different times of day, weather, terrain, and roads, every 15 miles felt like something completely different and new.  Plus, the sequence of seemingly out-of-context events gave a slightly surreal quality the whole ride.  The easy camaraderie of riding with Ed and Mary, and the added adventure of improvising the super shallow climb shortcut, made it that much more fun.  I am not sure I need to do the abandoned turnpike section again, but it was an experience that I won’t forget.  Totally worth it. 


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