Riding Jonesburg
Last weekend, Kate and I toured the gravel roads of Jonesburg. The following is a brief account of the awesomeness that took place.
The proposed route was roughly 25 miles, boasting scenic river views and glamorous upscale housing.
Since neither of us had saved the route ahead of time, (y’know, cuz we’re dumbasses), there was a bit of confusion as to the actual route. But like things usually do, it worked itself out and we were on course in short order. A bit of pavement led us to the beginning of Massas Creek road, which we followed to Tower road. Tower road lived up to its name with some nice climbs, but the scenery was worth the pain. We saw a lot of run down homes and unleashed dogs, but there were also a LOT of really nice homes out there.
I had told my wife we’d be doing this ride at a “training pace,” but that turned out to be a dirty lie. We did a fair amount of picture taking and non-race scheming, so time got away from us a bit. It was totally worth it though, because we found a LOT of cool shit…like this sun-bleached rib-cage for example:
Scenery abounds along this road. Check out this bridge..
The road cuts through a fair bit of National Forest area, and highlights some really great landmarks along the way, like the old house in the picture below. There’s a big “No Tresspassing” sign on it, so we didn’t walk inside and see evidence of fire damage and a pillow on the floor where someone’s been sleeping inside. But if we had walked inside and seen that, it would’ve been really interesting.
Further down the road we encountered a few more respectable climbs, but you’d never know it by the way Kate flew to the top and waited patiently for my fat ass to catch up. I’m gonna blame my sub-par performance on knobby tires, but it would’nt have hurt to be a few dozen pounds lighter.
And what’s the deal with all of these plastic bags on the barb-wire fence? Is that to keep horses away or something?
The downhills. Oh, the downhills. Toward the end of Tower road we began our descent toward the Katy Trail and it was a face melter. Fast and furious, I loved it. Here’s a shot of Kate before the big drop.
It’s really sad the way pictures do such an injustice to the beauty of nature. Anyway, when we got to the bottom of that rip-tastic downhill, we turned east onto the wet, soft Katy Trail. This was probably the only part of the ride I didn’t like. Riding the Katy when it’s soft just sucks. But eventually that part was over and we were on our way up Massas Creek road.
Massas Creek road is totally badass. There are times when it’s so rocky and loose you wonder if it’s even a road at all. There’s definitely a felling of remoteness.The creek crossings and rock formations are a visual treat, as was the bald eagle we saw overlooking the creek. No pics of him though; he blasted off as soon as he saw us.
This rock face was enormous, but you’d never know it from looking at the photo.
….And Kate got to try out her fancy new waterproof cycling boots in this creek. I took the easy way out and rode across.
The rest of the way back to the truck was almost all uphill, so that was a peach. And while we both could’ve ridden further, I think we were glad to call it a day. This route was fantastic, and I mean that. Total mileage was just under 29 miles, but that included some wrong turns and a few off-course exploring rides. This ride could easily be streched to 30-50 miles, and I think it’s safe to say we’ll be riding it again very soon. Hopefully next time we’ll see you there.
Posted on February 4, 2015, in Adam masturbates, gravel grinder, Pork ribs are delicious. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
That was such a fun ride! Thanks for only mentioning how I did fine on the climbs but was so far behind you on the downhills that I couldn’t see you at the bottom. You’re a real gentleman.
Along with the house we didn’t go into, I’m guessing there might well have been a well somewhere in the yard too.
Looks like a great route. I hope to join you on it soon.
How’d the bar mitt / pogies work for you, Bob?
The bar mitts are required gear for all cold rides now. I don’t even take gloves anymore. My hands actually start sweating and I have to take them out. LOVE them
Good to know. I haven’t had to use mine yet on the trainer.
A well, you say? Dang, it’d be easy to fall into one of those if nobody was there to warn you about it.
Fortunately, there was a “No Tresspassing” sign, so you guys didn’t even have to worry about it.