Turning right off of 83 into the Wills Creek area we were off the pavement once again and on to perfect gravel roads. They had clearly gotten some rain in the past few days as these roads were much less dusty and considerably smoother. I had my first hiccup on the bike as I was coming around a wide bend and my rear tire washed out from underneath me. It was a scary split second as I corrected and thankfully did not put the bike down, but I slowed my speed and got my focus in check.
The Wills Creek area was an apparent maze of well-maintained gravel roads forking off in all directions. I am pleased to say the GPS worked flawlessly all day and took us thru this area with perfect turn-by-turn directions. Unfortunately, however, it seems the abandoned road, which provided the riders of the article with mud puddles and other fun dirt obstacles, was not included in the downloadable maps and when we reached the town of Adamsville we wondered how we had missed it. I am hoping we’ll be able to reach Steve before we take off tomorrow as the last route looks rather short and I think we could add Wills Creek back in without adding on much mileage. It was probably for the best however as our tired brains and aching bones might not have fared so well on more challenging terrain.
Past Dresden we stopped along a back road for a “woods” break and I checked my phone and unbelievably had a signal for the first time in 3 days. I decided to take the opportunity to call home and spoke to my mom very briefly as the signal was quite weak. Let me inform anyone interested in doing this trip that there is zero AT&T coverage in and around Coshocton. The hotel thankfully has free wi-fi which has allowed us to video chat back home from the room each night.
Finally we found some more dirt on what appeared to be some government controlled land as there were plenty of small dirt roads darting off from the main artery but each was locked with a large orange gate. We stopped on the top of a beautiful hill next to the Airy View Orchard, which may have been mentioned in the article and took some picturesque, bike-next-to-tree photos before heading down into Frazeysburg to find some lunch. I asked a nice local fella if he knew of a good hometown establishment and he said the only one is only open for breakfast and closed a few minutes prior to our arrival. We were both too hungry to drive on and went to Subway.
It’s funny how these things have a way of working out as the guy working in Subway made a wise crack to me about Dad, who was spending too much effort parking his bike right next to the restaurant so it could be in the shade. Something about “It’s really important that KTM’s don’t get any unnecessary sunlight.” I’m pretty sure he was the owner of the franchise and he ended up talking to Dad and me about riding our entire meal, and all joking aside was a super nice guy. It’s always great to meet nice, friendly people in these small towns we ride thru and Subway seems to be as good a place as any.
Steve recommended the Sports Zone and said he ate there with the Road Runner group twice during the initial tour. We had the fried pretzel bites and Dad ordered the meatloaf and I ordered the open-faced roast beef (a popular dish in this area it seems.) The waitress warned Dad that the meatloaf could feed an army but little did we know the plate could have been featured on Food Networks Man Vs. Food. The plate was an enormous 5 layered monstrosity with a piece of Texas toast on the bottom followed by two stacks of thick, deep fried potato cakes and slices of meatloaf. Dad came just a few bites away from finishing it and if there had been a t-shirt involved for it’s completion he probably would have had no problem polishing it off.