Maybe I have enjoyed my most recent rides because I am at no one’s mercy. Solo and sightful, albeit it long and grinding: four hours fifty minutes. Sixty five miles and fifty seven hundred climbing feet with enough muddy dirt (i.e., resistance training for maximum value), to warrant a full post ride hose down.
RTR camps start next week and it will be consecutive beyond. Yesterday was a recon mission to make sure some of the more remote avenues are passable–remote being a relative word. It is telling when you stop at a corner store about five miles from some pass and ask if it is plowed, to hear “what road…… Ummmm…. I reckon, I never go up there.”
So I contemplate that as I man the counter, sip my Yoohoo and consume the blueberry frosted pop tarts before pressing back into the unknown.
