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Saturday, September 27, 2014

Bikes Blues & BBQ 2014 (Day 3)

Yesterday while we rode the train the conductor gentlemen was telling us about the ride to Devil's Den.
As far as I know, none of this group had been there.
Allen is going to lead us to Devils Den today.
The weather is perfect, so lets do some riding.

Our leader gets us to Devils Den without any u-turns.
We stop at the visitors area to make a potty break.
As we are standing there talking, Doreen and Allen see a couple that they know.

Another couple had ridden up with them, and as I looked around, I noticed it was Carolyn and Mark Scoggin's.
Our last trip with them ended with some unhappy people, and they were one of them, and we hadn't spoken since we rode to Canada a couple of years ago.
Carolyn and I go way back...all the way back to high school.
Me being the person I am...(ROFL) decided to go over and say hello.
They were just standing there very awkward, so what the heck.
We had a nice little visit, and lots of small talk was made.

As Carolyn and I stood there, this huge oak leaf drifted down between us.
I was so taken by it, I took the oak leaf.
I will take it home and mod podge it and save it.
Some of the most simple things mean so much, but really the leaf was beautiful, and since we are officially into Fall now, what a perfect gift from nature to remember this trip.

We get back on our bikes and continue to ride the beautiful curvy mountain roads.
The conductor didn't steer us wrong, that is for sure!
Chuck & I are next to last bike, as we had been since we started out today.
Lynn and Keith are going to exit the group and make their way back to Dickson Street and we will catch up with them later.
After Lynn and Keith leave the group, Chuck and I are enjoying being at the back of the group!
It continues for quite a while, until we hit the so called fork in the road.
Allen isn't sure if we should go left or right, as we are heading to War Eagle Mills.
Chuck pulls it up on Lupi, or wonderful GPS and looks like we are lead bike again.

As we make our way to War Eagle, we travel some roads we haven't been on before.
The road to War Eagle I was familiar with, but was amazed at all the homes that have been built since we last traveled it.

We cross the newly re-done bridge into the War Eagle Mill, and I was pleasantly surprised that is wasn't totally packed with bikers.
There was actually room to park....and what is this....the volunteer fire dept. is cooking food!
What a great idea that was...a picnic at War Eagle.
The people serving the food were so friendly and wanted to make sure we saw the "homemade" cinnamon rolls they had for sale.
We got our food and found a nice couple of tables, and we sat and ate!
Carla and Diana got turkey legs...and Carla tells us this is a "first" for her.

We gobbled our food down so we could have dessert!
Yummy is all I can say  :)

War Eagle Mill

After we eat, everyone goes their own direction, and Diana and I go into the Mill.
The pottery is really cool, and I had to purchase a couple of soup bowls for my mom and dad.
I will probably wish I had bought some for myself....but hey, I can come back, right!!!!!
I would love to come to their big art festival they have in a couple of weeks, but I have always heard it is soooo big and congested down here.
Just one of those things that sounds good, until you really decide to do it.

Time to head towards Dickson Street and meet up with Lynn and Keith.
The ride back was just as good as earlier.
Love these roads!

Getting closer to the festivity, the traffic starts getting more congested.
We make a slight detour to save ourselves from sitting in was only a block early, but it sure did make a difference in the waiting time.
I have been in contact with Lynn, and we park in the church parking lot just as we did last night.
They are sitting in the shade on Dickson Street, and we make our way to them.
Front and center is all I can say.

Diana and I getting ready for the parade  :) 

We make it there with just about 45 minutes to spare...spare for what you ask....
The Parade!!!!

Yep...perfect timing...and we get to do some people watching while we are at it.
Next year, we really need to plan on being in the parade...I think the girls could all wear mask and throw out that could be fun!
The parade is over, and our little group wants to head back to the hotel and think about dinner.

As we walk, we talk about just ordering in something for dinner and have them deliver!!!
Sounds like a plan.

Back at the hotel, I write down their food of choice, and call in the order.
We are told it will be about an hour and a half before we get it.
Perfect...we can sit and chill for awhile.
Back down at the dining room, we arrange table to accommodate our group.
Keith even entertained us with a movie....he had been filming with his Go-Pro, so it was a treat to watch.

Food was delivered by the nicest guy, that we actually saw come back 2 more times that evening  delivering for other people.
It was so nice to be able to sit and laugh and talk about our adventures.
Diana had bought some really cool worry rocks while at the Mill, and she gave each of us girls one.
The had "friend" etched into them.
Such a sweet thing for her to do....I love it!

My leaf with our "special" rocks 

It didn't take Chuck very long to come up with a token for the see there is a cute small flower arrangement on the tables, and there are pebbles in the containers instead of water.
Yep, you guessed it...he pours out one of the containers and gives the guys each a pebble.
We all got a big laugh out of this, because I think there is someone in the group that is absolutely going to have no idea tomorrow why he has a pebble in his pocket of his shorts  :)

I asked my question that I always ask..."What was the best part of the trip"....and everyone gave us their thought on it.
All I can say is that this is a really "special" group of friends and we really do enjoy everyones company.
Thanks to everyone that participated, and so glad to be able to call you "friends".

Time to go to bed, for tomorrow we ride home!
Group Pic at Devil's Den