As I was preparing to leave the sounds of owls could be heard throughout the forest. It was a beautiful sound. When I arrived at the top of NC276 there was no mistaking the ooowww--ooowww-ooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww of what sounded like dozens of coyote down in the valley. That was not a beautiful sound. It was downright spooky.
The first 18 miles were on gravel:
Dude, you are onto a whole different way of riding.......I can't imagine how surreal it must be going though the tunnels and being in the thick of it after dark ALONE. You Rock!
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