A Cold Winter’s Ride
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
‘Twas two days post- Christmas, when down in the state
Two ladies decided to bike was their fate;
Eutaw Springs 1 and Lake Moultrie Sec. 2
Were Palmetto Trail passages they would go through.
The temp was quite chilly, ‘twas well below freezing;
But visions of miles in their heads were a-teasing.
And Cathy on her bike, and I with my pride,
Had settled our buns for a long scenic ride,
Down dirt roads and paved and over canal
We pedaled and pedaled throughout the locale.
As we reached Sky View Road, we saw a few turkey.
(My knee at this point was feeling quite quirky.)
Nine miles we had gone, ‘twas young in the day,
Eutaw Springs 1 and done, new passage we‘d slay.
We sprang to our car and loaded our bikes.
To Lake Moultrie Sec. 2 we’d ride o’re the dikes.
Along the canal, then over the bridge
(My knee, it was screaming much more than a smidge),
But bikers who passed us were a hundred miles gone
And their Iron Man shirts spoke more of their brawn.
So, fiercely we pedaled as fast as we could
While all the time thinking that maybe I should
Have practiced and prepped a bit more than I did.
Not young anymore, who am I trying to kid?
The sun on the lake by the path we did ride
Gave a lustre of diamonds to act as our guide.
Then over a trestle and into a wood,
O’er boardwalks and bridges, but “Oh, this is no good!”
A train crossed our path, stock still on the track.
This far we had come, we couldn’t go back.
So up the train car our Cathy did climb;
We hoisted bikes over, our hands clad in grime.
We did a fist bump, our egos did soar.
We prevailed o’er that train: ob-stacle no more!
Mostly pushing our bikes, we continued our trek.
My knee now was screaming, but oh, what the heck!
Right through a logged forest with three miles to go,
But Sunday no workers, thus passed with gusto.
Mile one-four my knee couldn’t make it, was clear,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But dear Cathy a’driving our truck, gone ahead,
And saved my poor self (tiny tears might have shed).
So on to our campsite, we set up in the dark,
Had some hot soup, then our buns we did park
Right by the campfire. With feelings of pride
We rehashed our long journey of a cold winter’s ride.
(And I heard Cathy say, ere she turned out the light—
“Happy P-Trails to all, and to all a good night!”)
Locations
Lake Moultrie trailheads:
Amos Lee Gourdine Boat Ramp, Russel Store Rd, St Stephen, SC 29479
Eadie Lane trailhead: 9VJ8+P7 Cross, South Carolina
Eutaw Springs trailheads:
Eadie Lane trailhead: 9VJ8+P7 Cross, South Carolina
Skyview Lane Trailhead: 9Q76+PF Eutaw Springs, South Carolina