Today's mileage: 72
Total mileage: 391
We got a late-ish start for the day, and decided to pedal the first 22 miles to Lone Pine for a hearty breakfast.
Along the way, Alpine and I caught up to Wesley, who had his first flat of the trip. Because he was almost done fixing his it, and since he tends to be a fast cyclist, he waved us on and we continued riding to the visitor's center to get some information about the area.
After waiting a while, we figured Wesley had continued into Lone Pine, so we went there to meet him for breakfast (which at this point had become lunch). Unfortunately, Wesley's tire had developed some kind of weird lump or warp after (as a result of?) changing the tube. But the tire issue was more annoying than actually a problem, and Wesley decided he could ride like that to Bishop, where he could buy a new tire. I was secretly hoping this might slow him down for a change, but I was out of luck.
We had very few miles under our belt, so we pushed on to Independence, saying Farewell to Manzanar as we passed the WWII era Japanese internment camp. In Independence, I exalted in the simple pleasures of a cold ice cube on my neck and munching on some sweet boysenberries under a shady tree. These days, the little things mean so much more.
Our butts were really starting to hurt, and I was beginning to worry that saddle sore might put this trip to a short stop. A stop at a rest area allowed me to reapply chamois cream to my most tender areas. I was happy for the opportunity to dip my feet into a cool stream, until it turned out that "cool" was actually bone-chillingly icy.
The last few miles were quick. We arrived in Big Pine to see that Wesley had already staked out a camping spot... right on top of a huge red ant colony.
The rest of the evening was spent hiding from the ants atop the picnic table.
Our butts told us in no uncertain terms that the next day would be a rest day.
Total mileage: 391
We got a late-ish start for the day, and decided to pedal the first 22 miles to Lone Pine for a hearty breakfast.
Along the way, Alpine and I caught up to Wesley, who had his first flat of the trip. Because he was almost done fixing his it, and since he tends to be a fast cyclist, he waved us on and we continued riding to the visitor's center to get some information about the area.
After waiting a while, we figured Wesley had continued into Lone Pine, so we went there to meet him for breakfast (which at this point had become lunch). Unfortunately, Wesley's tire had developed some kind of weird lump or warp after (as a result of?) changing the tube. But the tire issue was more annoying than actually a problem, and Wesley decided he could ride like that to Bishop, where he could buy a new tire. I was secretly hoping this might slow him down for a change, but I was out of luck.
We had very few miles under our belt, so we pushed on to Independence, saying Farewell to Manzanar as we passed the WWII era Japanese internment camp. In Independence, I exalted in the simple pleasures of a cold ice cube on my neck and munching on some sweet boysenberries under a shady tree. These days, the little things mean so much more.
Our butts were really starting to hurt, and I was beginning to worry that saddle sore might put this trip to a short stop. A stop at a rest area allowed me to reapply chamois cream to my most tender areas. I was happy for the opportunity to dip my feet into a cool stream, until it turned out that "cool" was actually bone-chillingly icy.
The last few miles were quick. We arrived in Big Pine to see that Wesley had already staked out a camping spot... right on top of a huge red ant colony.
The rest of the evening was spent hiding from the ants atop the picnic table.
Our butts told us in no uncertain terms that the next day would be a rest day.
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On the seventh day, she shall rest!
Congratulations on your first week.
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