I tried something new today. I wanted to head further west than my legs would comfortably take me, so I simply shifted my starting point. Rather than begin in my driveway, I loaded the bike onto the truck rack and drove six miles to a parking lot on Independent Hill and set out toward Lake Brittle.
Lake Brittle is a man-made lake near Warrenton. I was hoping to catch some nice views of the lake and pass some lovely pics to you, Dear Reader. Sadly, the roads offered only an occasional glimpse of the lake through forests and back yards. After circumnavigating the lake, I gave up my search for a quality picture and started my return journey.
It was at this point that I became lost.
Once again, I was undone by MapMyRide. This program’s map data confidently informed me that Lake Drive would get me back on the route I came in on. Apparently, the cartographer at MapMyRide didn’t get the word that a massive new housing development has shot up in this area and Lake Drive is now cut in half. I wandered suburbia for several minutes before I came across a nice lady walking her dog, who told me how to find my way out of the maze I was in. I am in her debt as there was no telling how much longer it would have taken me!
I was not the only lost cyclist on the roads of Fauquier County today. On my way back, I came across a female cyclist who was standing next to her bike at a crossroads. She had a brand new carbon-framed Felt and was quite tired. She was looking for Alden Road, a place I have never heard of. After a few minutes of questioning, I was able to figure out she wanted to find ADEN Road, which was only three miles away. I asked her if she would like me to ride with her and she declined. She then sat on the road in the shade and said she would be on her way shortly. This troubled me, but it also occurred to me that a lost woman on a lonely country road may not like the company of an unknown man (no matter how witty he may be). She wasn’t exhibiting signs of heat stroke and she had plenty of fluids, so I bid her good day and set off.
About a mile down the road, I came across another female cyclist and learned she was looking for the first one. I told her where she was and she sped off in that direction. That made me feel much better.
As I arrived at my truck, the temperature was approaching 90 degrees. The sun had stayed behind clouds for most of the ride and it was much more tolerable than yesterday’s jaunt in 100+ temps. After computing my mileage totals for the year, I see that I am one mile short of 2,000. Bummer!