After leaving Maggie Valley, I headed west towards Tellico Plains to begin my route on the “Trans-America Trail.” At some point along the ride I had an epiphany and realized I had been incorrectly referring to the route as the “Trans-American” trail for about 2 years and 3 months and 4.5 days. I am sure it was the ark inspiring rains that accompanied me through the Smoky Mountains that jogged my brain. Eventually the rains let up and I found myself on the Tennessee side of the Dragon. I ran it up to Deals Gap just in time to miss two sportbikes that decided to give off-road riding a shot. The riders had already been carted away but the carnage in the woods remained, a not-so-subtle reminder of the importance of riding safe.
Like so many other riders this weekend I . . .