Back in the saddle.
The Bike is repaired and I made it to Cookevile, TN. Still needs work so I'm staying here another night. Not sure what happened exactly to the bike. I'd been riding it pretty hard all week, over dirt, gravel, glass, everything. I was trying to traverse this dirt road when I hit a mud puddle that was much deeper than I expected. It burried the wheels and I had to hop off and yank the bike out. I kept riding thinking nothing of it, when about a mile down the road, the drive train siezed up. I jumped off again and when I surveyed the damage it was bad. The drop out was bent, derailer was shot, the rear rack was broken in two places, chain snapped and the wheel was bent. There was nothing to do but walk. I walked 8-10 miles before a Park Ranger named Stewart, picked me up. Stewart literally saved my trip. He is one of the kindest men I've ever met. Not only did he take me into camp, but showed me around the Park, checked on me everyday I was there, and even drove me 40 miles to the nearest bike shop. This trip even though its only been a week has been an eye opening adventure. Everyday has brought a new strange story, much more than I can type in this blog. It feels like I'm living in a movie. The highs have been huge and the lows have been devistating. And you never know when either will happen.
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