This day was another one on route 50 all day, and lots of desert again. We’ve been riding for about a week and I am finally in a decent groove. I haven’t felt sick or had headaches, so the camelback must be doing it’s thing. When you’re tired the last thing you want to do is hit the rumble strip.
I haven’t spent any time in this part of the country. I’ve been to the west coast a couple of times on business, and a few trips for weddings, but nothing that immerses oneself in the land like biking does. You really see and feel it. It’s immense and awe inspiring
I keep wondering how someone can ride by themselves in a place like this. Even something as mundane as a flat tire would become an ordeal. If everything isn’t going well, I could see doubt riding with you like your shadow. It’s hot and there’s no shade so doubt’s always there. Keep your head up as dad would say, that way you aren’t looking at your shadow. Or something like that.