- It's 35 degrees
- Raining so hard you can't see
- 44 miles of hills (4500 feet of climbing)
- After climbing up a 6 degree hill your glasses are fogged with no way to clear
- 20 mph cross winds that never seem to be in the right direction.
- 8 miles on Interstate 8 with trucks and worst RV's whipping by
- Forecast calling for less than 40 % chance of rain so you don't bring your rain gear
- Soaked through and through and chilled to the bone
Interstate 8
Funny though - when you get to your hotel these shitty days quickly fade. You sit around the bar and tell stories on how bad it was. Ah... long distance bike riding!
On the way to the hotel got up close and personal with the wall. Seems the road we took today is "highway number one" for people crossing the border. Signs all over the place saying it's a felony to pick someone up. Lots of border patrol stations. and patrol cars flying by...
The Wall
Last night our chef joined up for rest of the ride. Ann and her husband will now cook all our meals (breakfast and dinner). They are a travelling restaurant. Here is a shot of the trailer.
This stuff is good! Here is what we ate last night for dinner....
Going to have to be careful or my planned weight loss will quickly turn to an unplanned weight gain!
Wish I was able to take more photos but it was really really cold. Hopefully we get a break tomorrow.
On my second beer so I am probably going to become incoherent. Post tomorrow..
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