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Say goodbye to Utah, hello to Colorado. That's 3 states down, 10 to go.
Also reminiscent of Nevada was the complete lack of anything out there. For 55 miles in between Thompson UT and Mack CO, there isn't even a truck stop. There are occasional exits for ranches, but that's it. The store/deli at the first sag stop didn't have any food, so Emily and Neil drove back to Green River to get supplies, and made everyone sandwiches at the second sag stop (which was under the higway at one of those ranch exits). I pulled 5 more wires from my rear tire today. The Slime tubes are heavier than regular inner tubes, but anything that saves me from having to change a tire at the side of the highway in the desert is worth it. Wind was out of the south again, and we were heading primarily east, so it was mostly a cross-wind, trying to blow us into traffic. The last 6 miles were the longest I've done in a long time. The wind was especially hard, and it was carrying a lot of dust, grass debris, and the like, and driving it around my glasses and into my eyes.
We almost lost Carol today. She's been having a really rough time of it, and decided last night that she was going to catch the Amtrak home from Grand Junction. Andy and I got wind of this, and rode with her to the first sag stop, because no one should have to ride alone on their last day, especially in the desert. I didn't begrudge it, but I was mentally estimating how long it would take to do 95 miles at 8 mph. In any case, Carol took the van from the first sag stop to the second, and Andy and I picked up the pace. Furthermore, Carol decided not to leave today; she can always leave tomorrow. |
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The cue sheet was reminiscent of Nevada - get on I-70 for 95 miles,
get off at the hotel.
I took a nap as soon as I got in, still filthy and in my biking
clothes. Naps are becoming a regular part of my lifestyle.