
Wet boot? Check. Forgot waterproof socks? Check.
Three days, 600 miles, five riders (counting Terry in spirit), and a trail mix of smooth gravel, rocky climbs, muddy madness, and roadside snack breaks.
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Wet boot? Check. Forgot waterproof socks? Check.
Three days, 600 miles, five riders (counting Terry in spirit), and a trail mix of smooth gravel, rocky climbs, muddy madness, and roadside snack breaks.
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Sharpback Hollow – wonder how deep it is?
After two days of cruising gravel like dual-sport royalty, Day 3 showed up with different energy. Gone were the sweeping fire roads and misty autumn vibes. This was the technical chapter — a choose-your-own-adventure of expert sections, mountain climbs, rocky descents, and more mud than should legally fit in central Pennsylvania.
We topped off Guy’s oil, and we were ready. Mostly.
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