Dovedale

Arbor Low 1
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We literally rolled into Ashborne the morning of the 21st. A beautiful town comprised of red-roofed english homes nestled in one of the many valley that make up the peak district. Our diligence scored us a warm breakfast and powered us up and down many more hills to the scenic town of Dovedale. We each took our turn hiking up the canyon, soaking up the beauty of rolling English hills. The climb out of the valley was anything but easy. The cart got another flat that Tony and I repaired with little difficulty. We rolled forward and found ourselves at the top of many hills where Tony discovered "God's blackberry bush". Nate and I waited for Tony's return as dusk approached when we all decided it was a good idea to find a napping place for the evening. A local woman advised we make our way to less windy ground and so we made our way to Biggin where we ninja'd ourselves a good camping spot. We fired up the camp stove and had a nice warm dinner of mysetery caserole sandwiches.

Arbor Low 2
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The next morning we reached one of our many goals - Arbor Low. Unfortunatly we had to pay for our visit since the land was owned by a local sheep farmer who took the liberty of gaining on her property value. We jumped on our bikes just as the rain began to drizzle down and we made it to Buxton, where they bottle the water. A run through town got us a small meal and we discussed where our paths were leading us. Nate was sick of English weather and hills and ready to be more than a third wheel. We had been biking for 5 days straight and were all ready for a break, we began peddling towards Sheffield with tired legs and worn enthusiam.