| | Welcome to the village of New Abby, our home for the first half of our week. | |
| | | On the left is the Griffel Inn, a pub and Bed & Breakfast. | |
| | | Next door was a Post Office/grocery/craft shop. One woman ran it all. | |
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| | Across the street was the Abby Arms, our B&B. | |
| | | New Abby is a friendly little village. | |
| | | We could sit outside and have a brew, | |
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| | or we could sit inside and have a brew. The Scot's ale and stout was well liked | |
| | | We had our own private dining area, and the food was exceptional. | |
| | | After dinner we could walk through town | |
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| | and admire the hanging flower baskets. | |
| | | Each little home had a little car. Gas was $6.34/gallon, thus the small cars. | |
| | | At the far end of town were the ruins of a 14th century abby. | |
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| | Returning from the abby about 11pm, it still wasn't dark. Too early for bed. | |
| | | So into the pub to try another beer. The locals gathered here every evening. | |
| | | Our hosts, Gary and Sharon, put together a wonderful itinerary for us. | |
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| | Every morning we would load the van for a short drive. | |
| | | The country was very picturesque, with lush mountains, | |
| | | and crystal clear streams worthy of a picnic. | |
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| | Mary's Loch (lake) was surrounded with spring flowers. | |
| | | Scotland's stone walls are a work of art. | |
| | | The Fox Glove could be found everywhere we rode. | |
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| | Several of the parks sported a cafe. Lots of sweet treats to reward a hard ride. | |
| | | The on-site bike shop rented top notch big-hit bikes. Also had a bike wash. | |
| | | The lower sections of trail rolled through lush forest. | |
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| | Raised walkways got us across the bogs. | |
| | | These were narrow, with turns and climbs. They were not easy. | |
| | | All the trail was crushed rock, smooth and fast with excellent traction. | |
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| | The builders took advantage of obsticals to add excitement. | |
| | | Tony and I found this narrow ledge | |
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| | that presented a roller coaster through the forest | |
| | | that eventually dropped onto a rock causeway. Big fun - did it twice. | |
| | | Time to gain some altitude, this time on 2-track. | |
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| | This narrowed into single-track. The rock surface prevented erosion. | |
| | | When the trail went along an edge, the views were awe inspiring. | |
| | | Sometimes they were simply breathtaking. | |
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| | When the climb got steep, the builders used switch-backs. | |
| | | Half way up, the trails got more rocky, and challenging. | |
| | | There would be a few hundred feet of trail, then a technical section. | |
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| | We would typically stop, look for a line, then let it roll. | |
| | | That's assuming there was a line. | |
| | | Sharp turn at the bottom - stupid idea. | |
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| | Sometimes, rocks added interest to the trail. | |
| | | Sometimes, rocks were the trail. These could have been a little closer together. | |
| | | The steeper the trail, the tighter the switch-back. | |
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| | Since we don't have these in Florida, they offered a learning opportunity. | |
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