After catching up on wash and errands in Wytheville we rode out on a very windy morning.
We kept checking the map to assure ourselves we would be having the wind to our backs soon but no such luck. We can’t complain about the weather, it is just weather, but the conditions can certainly change our ride.
It was another day of slow steady climbing and for some reason the day was especially difficult for both of us.
We found a great Amish bakery to help fortify ourselves but it still was such a push all day.
Just as the rain opened up on us we enjoyed a great downhill to the very small “town” of Troutville, where a Baptist church had a hostel for hikers and bikers.
It was very, very nice, a clean building set high on a hill with showers and bunks. It was also very scary quiet. There was a middle aged man who seemed to have made the hostel his permanent residence. He claimed to be hiking the AT, but we saw little evidence of it. Just us and him, like a movie.
It just poured rain that night so hard we were glad once again to have shelter. We were also glad to skeedaddle in the morning.