Ride To The Sound Of The Guns
The city, still hidden under the blanket of night . I arrived at the George Washington Bridge early at 5:30am.
An obligatory visit to Boxer Donuts in Nyack
We very soon would discover the booming sounds were 105mm artillery shells being fired into the side of a mountain 3 miles away. Training, of course.
“Ride to the sound of the guns.” Quite literally.
We linked up with Josh at the city of Harriman and scarfed down muffins, sandwiches, bananas, and soda.
For such an overnight trip, my loadout was on the light side. Flowers snatched mid-pedal.
260+ miles 12,950′ of elevation gain. 3 states.