My story of "out of town strange"

If you’ve ever watched Two & a Half Men you may be familiar with this phrase…but I’m not talking about the same thing as Charlie Harper. I’m talking about biking in the White Mountains last summer. We got tickets to see Joan Armatrading at the Stone Mountain Arts Centre in Brownfield Maine (amazing venue). Of course we were at the height of cycling season so we had to bring our bikes along.

We were not working with a topographical map. As you can imagine a regular map gives you very little indication of the climbs that you might face. But, seeing that we were in the White Mountains we expected a few hills. Little did we know that about 2/3rds in to our 20 mile bike ride we would face a climb like none we’d ever seen before. It kept going up and up. Once you start up a big mountain you’re kind of committed and you always think that the top must be just around the next corner. Well, we did eventually reach the top to face an amazing ride down a nicely paved road parallel to the King Pine ski hill. What a rush!

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20 mile loop, Eaton N.H., White Mountains.
(B) is the approx end of the ascent and the start of the decent down King Pine.
(C) is the Inn at Crystal Lake. Beautiful place to stay.
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One thought on “My story of "out of town strange"

  1. Thanks for your report on this beautiful area. We mountain bike in East Burke, VT every summer and take a rest day to drive through the White Mountains and into North Conway. We always comment that we should bring our road bikes. Looks like an adventure! And some excellent climbing.

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