I like to think that riding for 6 hours is a walk in the park. I mean, I've been training for this. But riding, pushing, carrying my bike up to 3828 metres in a 2 degree heat with a fair breeze whistling around my ear hair nearly broke me.
The day started off real swell. Deer in the front yard. A visit to Subculture Cyclery. Freshly baked muffins.
Then a rental car off road mission that lasted about 20 minutes until the rocks got too close to the under carriage and then it was at least 3 hours of grovelling to the top of a bloody mountain littered with snow. You can breathe and do one other thing. Throw in a third action and your lungs try to climb out of your throat.
Hey, I'd love to tell you all about how great the day was. Wow, it was great. My biggest day on a bike ever. And the fastest. 1100 metres of descending with one baby climb at the end. Thats all I have the energy to say. I'm broken and I need to sleep. I haven't had more than 5 hours sleep each night (jet lag and altitude sickness) and tomorrow we are up Monarch Crest again for 3 hours of Agate trail, then driving to Fruita to ride Palisades Rim trail in the afternoon. Until tomorrow then......Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.