Yesterday was brutal. Basically all uphill – and they were mountains. There was no prep for this in Atlanta. We basically climbed two big mountains. After the first, which was supposed to have been our only, we had a little detour which ended up sending us up an even higher mountain.
Myself and Katie in the 1st set
of mountains.
At first we thought it was going to only be a 400ft climb. Christian dubbed it the Hill of Broken Hope because we kept turning corners expecting it to be over, but it kept going. We ended up going into the clouds and snow.
Coming down from the Hill of
Broken Hope.
We passed the mile high mark with 7 miles of climbing left. Not sure how high we were at the top. I thought I was cold until I started the 10 mile downhill on the other side (where a coyote crossed my path). After the first mountain I left my gear in the van because we were supposed to have been in the desert. We never made it to our destination – it ended up getting dark so the people in the front picked a spot to stop. The rest of us got in the vans to try and warm up. I was freezing. I had no idea that there were major mountains and ski resorts right outside LA. I also didn’t know that you could ride 50 miles outside LA and be in the middle of nowhere. I slept really well last night on the floor of a Catholic Church in Hesperia. Today is supposed to be easier – only 50 miles and relatively flat.
Resting at the Mile High Cafe
3 comments:
wooowoooo chugga chugga chuggaa wooowooo....you can do it, Bobby!!!
we're riding right along with you!
You're still smiling, and you're still my inspiration. Cycle hardily and happily!
As Rob Schneider would say, "You can do it!"
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