I planned for rain and hunger and thirst, drained phone batteries and flat tires. I didn't plan for incredible headwinds and a case of what might be exercise-induced hypoglycemia or maybe my iron and b-12 anemia? Whatever the cause, I hit a wall. I had a really hard day, it took 8 hours to complete what should have taken less than 6.
|Choosing a path|
|An old gas station along the trail|
|One of several tunnels|
|I noted on the way out that this place sold ice cream.|
|This tunnel grows huge stalactites and stalagmites of ice in the winter|
|Whoa, a runnel! My first experience with a runnel.|
|That's OK, I didn't need any water. :/|
|I'm NOT running away from home!|
"Running away from home?"
"How far are you going?"
"That's a big haul!"
"You're over packed!"
Ugh, really? I'm NOT over-packed, you jackasses! I need and may need all this shit I'm hauling around! I ride around the city with both panniers and don't get all those comments! What the hell?
|Hey, this looks like a nice place for a nap if there was a shade tree here.|
|Ice cream on the return leg!|
|Religious icon bike guy's bike.|
I caught up to him at the ice cream place and snuck a photo of his bike. He smirked at me when I entered the shoppe as if to say "You'd have been here sooner if you weren't lugging all that crap." In actuality, I was fatigued beyond belief and I was there hoping sugar from an ice cream cone would level out my glucose. It didn't do much, unfortunately, other than taste really good.
A gentleman in an Escape to the Lake jersey slowed down and rode along side me for a bit and seemed concerned by my sluggishness. I was 45 miles into the ride and going a snail's pace of 5 MPH, and still had 3 miles to go. I was bonked, and hit the wall a long time ago and the headwind in both directions was killing me physically and mentally. I assured him I wasn't far from home and that I would be OK.
|I rested again at this tranquil waterfall.|
I took the 'fearsome' roads to and from the trailhead. No incidents!
When I got home, finally... I remembered that I had promised Hubby we would go to dinner. I was late. I slept in the car on the ride to the restaurant, barely ate and nodded off at the table. I'm not sure I'm cut out for long-distance rides.
48 miles on a windy day.