The Gang of Eight are officially a rock band because they are all Rock Stars after today. They literally rose to the challenge of a long 65 mile day by rising out of bed early for a 7:30am start to get to DC before the rush hour traffic to our hotel across town.
The early morning sunrise lit up the Potomac as we made our way up the train trestle yet again to get back to the C&O trail which was now also the Appalachian Trail to be shared with backpackers.
The steps back to the trail were easier and quicker to manage going down this time by modulating our front wheel brake on the steps in a slowly controlled fall. Luckily none of us fell!
We had some beautiful views of the still Potomac and the opposing woods to the south.
Our first of 2 stops with expected services was Whites Ferry, the last operating ferry on the Potomac. Far above Chester you can see the high water marks of floods in 1972, 1985 and 1992. Unfortunately the historic ferry was forced to shut down when a hedge fund bought the land on the Virginia side of the river and wouldn’t allow them to continuing using it as they had since the late 1700’s.
We had quite a few detours and construction zones today. This one appears to be particularly worrisome for Donna!
Terry and Chester wait patiently to pass the bulldozers and workers who are applying and compacting a new surface. While the trail surface was generally very good today, about 10 miles of the last 15 of the day were rough with small and large stones and certainly could use some rework.
A narrow passage by a one of two dump trucks along the way.
Our 2nd and last stop with services was thought to be Great Falls about 50 miles into the ride but the concession stand was shut down for the season. However the falls themselves did not disappoint at all. They were amazing and a huge juxtaposition to the mostly calm and slow moving river we’d been following for the last 150 miles.
By 3pm we had all arrived in DC and unanimously decided that ice cream was called for on this warm autumn day before we trundled a few miles across DC to our hotel. Annette and Terry would depart the Gang of Eight to their B&B to the east of the capital so we said our good byes and congratulations and parted.
It was an exciting trip across town as I tried to use my Google Maps to get us safely to our hotel. Somehow we made it safely with only one lost soul separated from the group. Angela was cut off at a light by car turning left a few blocks from the hotel and lost site of us and bad husband me never noticed until after I checked us in. She used her phone to MacGyver her way back to our bosom and we had a relaxing and tasty dinner at the Diplomate with Len and Chester before crashing for a good nights sleep.










