Pueblo --> Westcliff
I woke this morning in the newly managed Dale’s Downtown Motel in
Riding to
As I expected from anyone so generous to let a complete stranger ditch his car at their house, Heather and Mike were amazing people. They invited me in to review my maps on their coffee table and satisfy any last minute needs. It was at this time I told my first and last lie of the journey, unless you include withholding the horrifyingly dangerous details from my folks till Cedar City, when the subject of my training came up I found myself reciting what I knew was appropriate weekly mileage in order to prepare for the trip, “err…..yeah, I’ve been getting 300-400 miles a week…..” I knew instantly why I had said it; I could see that they cared about my safety for two reasons; they had now become my accomplices in this crime against normality and they would be reminded of it daily by the presence of Tabernash 2, and also because they were good people and they would hate to see me destroyed by either the climbs through the countless high passes or an oncoming semi. In this moment, it was like Mike and Heather were my folks and as usual I choose to deny them extra worry.
So after a few pictures and a last minute addition of a foldable tire spare from Mike’s bike gear, revealing some of my unpreparedness, I rode off into the midday heat of the
My route wasted no time in the flatlands of
“Altitude sickness…. [Is] brought on by continuous exertion in the low oxygen environment of high altitudes, its onset can be quickened by dehydration and tiredness. Symptoms may include headache, loss of appetite, shortness of breath, sleepiness, and apathy…”
This was nothing I didn’t already know or expirenced before, but the confusion of the sickness convinced me that my map (Mr. Map #4) was not only alive but also a mind reader.
I forced myself into a Mexican restaurant where I force fed half a quesadilla and a glass of orange juice. After the sting of the acidy juice stopped burning the back of my chapped throat and lips, I stumbled into a small city park in the middle of the town of 417 rugged Coloradans. I put up my home made tent, designed by yours truly and sewn by Mrs. Alice Abtahi (my beloved Mother), behind a flower bed beneath an Aspen Tree on the unusually soft green grass. Having been a beautiful but extremely trying day, I wondered if all days would be like this and if they would, could I handle it considering I only covered 63.9 miles of the 1600 or more to come…..? These thoughts were brief; I fell asleep as quickly as only those close to me, and a few unfortunate
Day: 63.9 mi
Total: 63.9 mi
Elev. Climbed: 4600 ft
Elev. Difference: 3200 ft
Elev. Peak: 9200 ft
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