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Dat Moonshine Doe Day 01

Dat Moonshine Doe Day 01

06/17/2016 | Blacksburg, VA to Boley Field Group Campground, VA

Simply stated, we were out for a good time.

Dat Moonshine Doe Day 01

I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX

I Day 01 Intro & Stats

START – STOP: Blacksburg, VA – Boley Field Group Campground, VA

 

DISTANCE: 17.5 mi

 

ELEVATION GAIN: 2214 ft

 

RIDING TIME: 4:00

 

TIME AWAKE SPENT IN PURSUIT OF THE TRIP, ROUGHLY: 6:00

 

POINTS OF INTEREST / OBJECTIVES: Find a wild zone to establish camp. Ride some single traak. Visit Eats Natural Foods Cooperative (the BEST place in Blacksburg to stay out of the rain). Visit Blacksburg 7-Eleven (if you’re going to stock up on wine, stock up here). Jefferson State Forest. Boley Field Group Campground.

 

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WEATHER: In the morning it rained. Not immediately, it wasn’t a dawn rain, or even a going-to-work rain, but when the drops came down it was still nominally the AM. This being the south and it being June meant that the rain wasn’t cold cold, but it was still wet wet and when you’re headed someplace where you’re going to have to set up a tent, wet wet isn’t how you want to start out. Eventually the rain stopped and we rode, and there were even moments of sunshine. Towards the end of our riding time it started raining again, but it only kept it up for a half hour. It was a hard half hour, though. After that the skies cleared and we didn’t see rain again for the rest of the trip. Temperature-wise, long sleeves were necessary only for bug repellant.

 


 

What we had on this trip was intention. Simply stated, we were out for a good time. We wanted an ’80s outdoor adventure-comedy experience, think White Water Summer, and The Great Outdoors. What these movies do so well is hide the arduous stuff, and instead focus on eating hot dogs, drinking a few thimbles of wine, teenage love, animal hijinx, and plain hanging out. With this in mind, our first morning wasn’t a crack of dawn deal. Did we languish? Did we bumble? I will say we paced ourselves, I will say that our final destination was unknown, I will say that in the morning rain came down upon us. We’re a hearty bunch and we’ve all been in rain before; we’ve ridden through it and we’ve struggled in it. That experience is precisely the reason none of us wanted to start our Virginia ride in the rain. And, like all things in this world, we knew the rain was temporary, that all things pass—so rather than commit a novice move and rush headlong into this southern gale, we chose to wait it out.

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That doesn’t mean we just sat around our motel; nah we sat around Eats, the Blacksburg co-op and place that is, as far as I can tell, pretty much the coolest store in Blacksburg. They have all the co-op stuff:

 

  • organic nuts
  • organic juice
  • organic crystals
  • organic tapestries
  • organic crystals
  • organic arrowheads
  • organic salt
  • organic sand
  • other organic stuff

 

They also have picnic tables out front and an awning overhead so that all those pesky little raindrops were rendered ineffective. Eventually, as predicted, the rain stopped and we got on our way. Notably, one thing that Eats did not have was wine and/or beer. Since our plan was to spend a substantial portion of this trip engaged in campground activities rather than pedal turning activities, it was agreed that it would behoove us to purchase a few beverages to complement our foodstuffs. We’re not a group of lushes, but we wanted to appreciate the finer points of camping, so we stopped by the 7-Eleven on the way out of town and stocked up on some quality red wine and a box of beers.

 

After making our purchases I decided to impress everyone with my ability to open a bottle of wine with my shoe. And impressed they were! Even the 7-Eleven owner was impressed, storming out of the store to scold us for the racket I was making: the shoe move requires you to place the butt of the wine bottle in the heel of your shoe, which you pound against something solid in order to create a concussive hammer that punches the cork out, and I had been spending the good part of ten minutes hammering it against his building. After taking account of my mysterious technique he offered me a wine opener free of charge. That’s fate, that’s manifesting reality, that’s the result in a an unfailing belief in providence.

 

After loading up our gear it was off to the hills, where we bullied our way through an upscale suburban development, got hemmed in without access to our sought-after fire road, made Sarah sweet talk a geriatric man into giving us local knowledge about how to get to said fire road, rode a little farther, concluded that the fire road must be just on the other side of a housing development, decided to once again do a little bit of light trespassing, hiked through said property, discovered the fire road, and continued riding.

 

Overall this was a pretty smooth experience, and while the fire road was wet, greasy, and scattered with puddles, we had moved from the urban to the pastoral in just a few steps. If you pressed me to describe our riding experience on this road in one word I would give you “tranquil.” Sun filtered through the thick trees, gauzy yellows and stark whites ricocheted off off the trees as they winked in a stuttering breeze. The road itself was an undulating affair, rises and troughs chasing each other like a dog after it’s own tail. Eventually Chris signaled that we were to turn on to some singletrack and from there we plummeted down the backside of the mountain.

 

The singletrack was wonderful. Roots, drops, berms, rocks, reggae; all glazed with the slick slim of a fresh rain, slippery but only just so. We bounced down the hill, ping-ponging (table-tennising?) at the beck and call of gravity. Yes we stopped to take photos. Yes Moi lost a few beers. Yes Benedict was as graceful as a swan. And yes, by the time we hit the access road at the bottom of the hill our temples ached from grinning.

We had made the right decision, we were exactly where we were supposed to be doing exactly what we were supposed to be doing.”- YJ

Then it started raining. But who was in a rush? Most of us took shelter in the canopy of the forest and after fifteen minutes or so the rain retired, revealing a empty road that took us to our “hub” site, Boley Field Group Campground. Unoccupied and out of cell service we decided to risk it—so what if we didn’t reserve our stay, what’s the worst that could happen? Some Boy Scout troop gives us the boot? Not likely. I’d like to see some tenderfoots square off against Buck Wild, it’d be a slaughter.

 

So we camped, we thimbled, we cooked, and we slept. Thus we passed a night in the hub.

II Provision Stop #1
Eats Natural Food Store: crystals, t-shirts, coffee, and a sheltered place to escape the rain.

10:37 am
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Mile 5
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It doesn't look like it was raining. So you'll have to trust us: it was. Fortunately the rain gave us the chance to really hang at Eats Natural Foods, which is a real banger. I took maybe three passes through the place, so in addition to the regular stuff like nuts, fruit, and Dr. Bronner's we bought Eats branded t-shirts and power-crystal necklaces. What's more we just hung out in front of the place for an hour or so like real beatniks while the thunder storm stormed. I would have killed someone for a carrot juice.
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Yeah, I am wearing a face here. I don't know what I'm looking at but if I had to guess I'd say it's a toss up between a six-year-old smashing caterpillars with a hammer or a little white fluffy-type dog eating some spilled nachos, the gas station kind, and the dog's got yellow cheese wax all over its fur.
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Coffee #3? Why not.
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At this point it was obvious that Bene had his fill of the Bronner's experience. It was time to head to the convenient store to stock up on other provisions. #distendedstayamerica

III Provision Stop #2
Wine, beer, and junk food from 7-Eleven.

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See, I told you it was raining. It's not like they just go around watering the streets in Blacksburg.
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S E Q U O I A
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Crocs. Das whas up!

IV >>>Open a bottle of wine with your shoe!<<<
Employing the time-tested Concussive Hammer Technique.

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"What am I doing here? What are any of us DOING here?"—Moi
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"God damn, I should have backed off on that Bronner's session."—Benedict
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Okay. So the shoe works. I've done the stunt tons of times in the past. However in this particular instance the proprietor of the 7-Eleven was disturbed enough by me pounding on his building with a wine bottle in a shoe glove that he just gave us a wine opener. The end result was the same, thimbles and thimbles of delicious red wine.
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Get yourself a bota bag. Or don't, and go through the rest of your life unfulfilled. (Get it?)

V The Riding Part of the Ride Begins
We're looking for a wild camp, or something close to it.

12:31 pm
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Benedict has just come to the conclusion that reptilian beings run the world.
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If this is your house: nice place.
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Leaving society behind.

VI Jefferson National Forest, we have arrived.
When your yellow brick road is made of jeep trails and single track.

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When in the south, mud bog.
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Benedict crossing it up for the cameras!
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Mary is a terror on the downhills. Wouldya look at this rippah!
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Root ball? No problem, just go faster.
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Mile 15
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Sarah with pitch perfect form.
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Mile 16
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VII The Boley Field Group Camp Ground
Did we have reservations? Of course not.

4:32 pm
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Buck Wild is feeling this spot!
Mile 17
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What a Dahl!
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This campsite gave Benedict the chance to really showcase his tarp program. Did he need to use his bike as a tension anchor? Course not. Does it look SO GOOD? Course it does.
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Après bike.
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Sarah might be hyperventilating, but she'd never show it.
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Bota Blasting!
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Wouldn't you like a thimble of wine to go with your goulash?
7:42 pm
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Chris brought this from home. Yep.
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I feel like somehow I am crossing some line by saying this, but Moi makes a mean quesadilla.

VIII Camp Athletics
The fact that there were no ringers is beside the point.

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The form you'd expect.
8:32 pm
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I'm pretty sure if the Arbor Day Foundation saw where this one ended up, they'd be pressing charges.
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THIMBLES !!!
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