The bike ride that made me hate bike riding

Earlier in the year Tony and I had this brilliant idea that we would take Schlepp to Shenandoah National Park.  We would ride 50 miles out, camp, and then ride back the next day.  Later we realized that we wanted to car camp and make gourmet campfire food, which you can't do if you only want to haul 25 lbs.  We decided to get up early and head to the campsite.  We parked and headed north with Schlepp.  The first half was pretty good.  The hills were tough but we managed.  We knew we would have a hard time coming back.  There was a huge hill that would take close to an hour to get to the top of.  The downhill was fun though.  On the way back Tony took Schlepp.  We had to ride through a dark tunnel.  The speed limit is 25 mph, but people like to drive fast so you could say the speed limit was 50 mph.  As I approached the tunnel I became nervous.  There had been many cars now and I had to be very vigilant about where they were.  In the tunnel I became scared.  I tried to move over a little and that was when I realized that there was a curb.  I immediately fell off my bike.  Of course I couldn't get up because I was clipped in.  The cars in the tunnel were then forced to slow down.  I am lucky that I didn't get run over.  I came out of the tunnel walking (and crying).  A nice couple stopped to see if I was okay.  My knees were bleeding but I was fine.  Tony was a bit ahead but he quickly realized I was not behind him and turned around.  I took a few minutes to compose myself before we rode on.  After about 10 minutes the pain set in.  My knees hurt!  We started our way up the big hill.  It took over 30 minutes to go three miles.  With about 9 miles to go Tony mentioned his knee was starting to hurt.  He slowed down and I was too close and I panicked, couldn't unlock in time, and fell again!  This time ending up with a bloody elbow and my other knee taking the blow. After I recovered and took off in front of Tony.  His leg was really hurting and he needed to take it easy.  I made it to the campground, but the minute I entered I had to walk.  I was so tired from falling and the hills.  I eventually (3 minutes) got back on my bike and headed to the car.  I picked him up at the gas station at the entrance to the campground.