The Blue Ridge

The Blue Ridge has lived up to all of its reputation. Beautiful, pristine roads, that seem to climb for ever. I have had to readjust my rhythm for the mountains. Spending nine hours in the saddle of continuous climbs and descents is not the same as riding the flat coast.

As I crawl up the seemingly never ending hills I can feel every ounce of my bike battling with gravity and I question the need for every single piece of gear. After some 45min climb you might be rewarded with some epic down hill but they never last long enough. I keep telling myself that it's all worth it, put my head down and grind my way up the next hill.