Ohiopyle State Park

I left Frostburg and made it the next day to Ohiopyle State Park where I camped for the night. The camping site was called something else--Kentuck Knob if I remember correctly--and the trail leading off the Allegheny trail and up to the camping area was also something else. It was extremely steep and bikers were asked to dismount and walk their bikes up the hill. No need to ask, it would have been impossible for me to bike up that thing. It was almost a mile long and I only felt vaguely satisfied that I made it up when I got to the top and walked through the campsite and had people ask me if I had just "lugged that thing" up the trail. Many people were impressed, and so of course I said it had been "no big deal."

Overnight there was just okay--a little noisy from the RVers, car campers, etc. There was also a raccoon that tried to get into my waterproof, extra durable Ortlieb bags and eat my food, but I hissed at it and shined my light in its beady little eyes...then I got out of my tent, unhooked my bags from my bike and brought them to the shower building not too far from my site. I stored them overnight there and could get a better night's rest not having to hear a raccoon sniffing around my tent.

Trails
Staying on trails is wonderful, safe, and usually offers fantastically beautiful views of the hills you just climbed, the river you're following, wildlife, etc. etc. But they are also boring as all get out. Frostburg to Ohiopyle was my last full day on the trail and I kept myself entertained by singing songs from "West Side Story" and random other songs I knew only the chorus of or the first line, then I would hum the rest. I was pretty much alone on the trails so I felt free to belt it out.

Here's me on the trail when I crossed into Pennsylvania: