One topic I ruminated on as I ascended Gunstock Creek Road, was the folly of cooking chopped-up stuffed cabbages in a half-pound of bacon for lunch. Delicious at the time, but less so upon reflection. I was able to muscle my way up the two chief challenges of Charlemont without being degraded to pedestrian status. As I'd hoped, weather and traffic has performed their kindly offices on Oslin Creek Road, and tamed most of the gravel. At one point I heard someone say "Boing!" with a falling intonation. My puzzlement only lasted a split second, until a pebble rustled through the roadside grass.
Hurricane Drive, Hurricane Creek, and time to contribute a small tributary. A brace of peanut butter crackers went down well, as did the bottle of nuun (think Gator Aide without sugar). The long ascent went reasonably well, but on the other side I began to question the wisdom of doubling my distance.
Then, as I crested a minor upgrade, my delighted eyes rested upon the mountain ridge that marks Route 122. Like Xenophon's soldiers who ran towards the water shouting "`η θαλαττα! `η θαλαττα!" when they saw the Mediterranean Sea, I was almost home.
2 hours 34 minutes -- total time
19.21 miles -- total distance
7.5 mph -- average time