OMG. I'm moving to Salida. Cute little town with funky houses and epic riding. After a shitty night of still trying to lose the headache and searching the house to find bedding for the pull-out couch (I'm the oldest here and they put me on the couch?) I awake to a glorious morning and make a strong coffee and sit on the veranda and try and decide what to wear.
The plan today was to drive up to the start of Monarch Crest trail with a whole lot of arsing about with our two rental SUV's trying to see who has the most logical brain so we can self shuttle ourselves (we end up hitchhiking).
The ride up and along Monarch Crest should be a gentle climb with stunning views. And it was. The problem was the elevation. 3647 metres. Thats pretty much the same as Mt. Cook. We had to take it real easy as any added exertion, even talking, threw our lungs into spasms and I'm sure I now know what the onset of a heart attack feels like. After about an hour we turned off to descend 1000 metres down Fooses track. No ups, all down, fast flowing trail with plenty of boulders to boost off.
What a phenomenal trail Fooses is. So with more faffinf around we managed to get ourselves back to Monarch Crest trail head again for round 2. This time we would go a mile or so further then turn off down Greens Creek, my new favourite trail in the whole world.
My God, we're all knackered. Five hours in the saddle, 2000M of descending. Two crashes, one puncture, six big assed grins. See you all tomorrow, as we head back up to Monarch Crest, but drop down the other side of the ridge to tackle the toughest trail in town.