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The Ouachita Trail...


tl;dr: I was less than impressed by the Ouachita Trail


I left Dardanelle with a pretty hefty bicycle. Besides my normal gear, I'm also carrying three days worth of food and four liters of water (five after filling up in Ola). And I thought hills were tough before. Oh well. This leg is what I've been preparing for.

I spent most of the day on Highway 7, a fairly bicycle-unfriendly road that grew friendlier as I distanced myself from civilization, but only because there were fewer vehicles.

Sudden flat! I don't know what happened, but my rear valve stem ripped. I hate it when that happens. I returned to a stub road I had just passed and swapped the tube out with my spare. Changing my rear tire is a chore. While I was working, two ladies pulled up in an SUV. I thought maybe somebody was concerned about me, but, no, they were just really lost. One of the ladies was on the verge of panic. To be fair, they were in the middle of nowhere with no map and only written directions. I had enough map cached on my signal-less phone to direct them to where they wanted to go.

I finished my tire and continued on. Now that I'm bicycling through actual mountains here in Arkansas, I can more aptly appreciate the utter incompetence of the civil engineers who laid out the roads in Missouri. I mean, I'm in mountains and the roads are actually quite easy. What's up with that?

Speaking of incompetence: Who thought it was a good idea to advertise the Ouachita Trail as open to mountain bikes? My elation of arriving at this trail that I had been looking forward to for weeks was quickly tempered by the first hundred yard of pushing my bike up steep rocks and then stairs. I consoled myself that this was just a result of poor trailhead placement. Then I came to a tree that had fallen over the trail. And then another. And another. And another. Do you like busted valve stems? Because pushing bikes through thick brush and downed trees is how you bust valve stems. Then more steep, washed out sections of trail. More downed trees. I bet I peddled for all of fifty yards over the course of a mile-and-a-half.

I guess I should have known. I never could find a decent cycling review of the Ouachita Trail. Not even Google Maps had the temerity to show this trail as a bicycle route. And Google has had some pretty liberal interpretations of bicycle routes in the past.

I pushed my bike over one last downed tree into Moonshine Shelter and stopped. I had already decided that I was done with this trail, and I'd be intersecting a road before I reached the next shelter. Also, I was exhausted from the heat, humidity and hills.

While unpacking my bike suddenly a fox appeared. I was about the bushiest, healthiest fox I have ever seen. It froze. I froze. I tried locating my camera. It bolted. My camera was right behind me, within arm's reach. Oh well.

good morning Arkansas

bike lane on Highway 7

it thinks it is hiding

it realized it wasn't hiding

fixing a flat

Highway 7

almost there!


downed trees

a section I can actually peddle on

a section I cannot peddle on

Moonshine Shelter


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