Today's Mileage: 84Total Mileage: 1023
The day's ride began in good spirits, as we were only a few miles away from claiming a new state. The first few miles of Utah took us by a pretty stream and pasture land with happy-looking cows.
Because we would be traveling 84 miles without any access to services, we packed a lot of water and braced ourselves for the worst.
There were three mountain ranges to cross, and each was worst than the last. The valleys were full of hot headwinds and provided no rest after the long climbs. But we had no choice, so we pushed on.
Whoever dubbed Highway 50 "the Loneliest Road in America" clearly hadn't been on this part of Highway 6. Only about 15 cars passed us all day. We did see some deer.
Which is why I resorted to waving my water bottle at anything on four wheels. We were lucky to have a couple turn around and offer us cold cold water and ice. Alpine tried to score a beer, but the nice lady refused him, saying he would get dehydrated. The final push up and over the last pass was dreadful.
My butt was in so much pain by the time we rolled (slowly) into Milford. It was dark out, and we ate an exhausted dinner before setting up camp at a local park.
After a horrible, trying day I learned a valuable lesson: camping on the soft green grass is NOT the best option when the soft green grass is maintained by sprinklers on a timer system that goes off in the middle of the night. Especially when you neglect to put up the rain fly!
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