The Plan Is Always Changing

Devils Tower, WY to Gillette, WY

After a very enjoyable day of literally wandering around Devils Tower (twice) as well as getting caught up on a few things, I woke this morning refreshed and ready to hit the road. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I wasn’t quite ready to leave the majestic sight of Devils Tower behind but I knew many more sights were still to come and they wouldn’t get any closer if I stayed where I was. It was time to move on. But first breakfast.

Just a beautiful place to be

At breakfast, I once again met up with Joe, Jordan, and Jake (from Utah and Nevada) who successfully reached the summit of Devils Tower yesterday. Pretty exciting stuff. Maybe I’ll have to come back and sign up for the 3-day course and climb it myself … apparently that’s a realistic option. I honestly didn’t realize climbing Devils Tower isn’t just for experienced climbers. Maybe that should’ve been one of the FIRST questions I asked Gabe as opposed to one of the LAST ones. Who knew? Anyway, there was much discussion over a VERY hearty breakfast – I was anticipating a windy, hilly ride to Gillette, WY today so I loaded up on carbs … and pretty much anything else that was within reach. It was all delicious.

I also exchanged contact info with Joe and Jordan. The latter lives in Nevada and recently signed up as a Warm Showers host. I’m not sure what my route through Nevada will be – that’s SO far away – but it’s good to know I have options. As for Joe, despite just having met yesterday, he has offered to store my bike and gear for me when I get to Salt Lake City. Why do I need to store my bike and gear when I get to Salt Lake City? Well, much like my cycle tours of the past, this one is going to get a bit interrupted.

As you may or may not recall/know, at some point over each of the past three summers I’ve found myself in Kenya working on a documentary with my friend Gage from Philadelphia. Well, that project is finished but a new one has potentially surfaced. And it’s in India. Yup, India. SO, in the middle of August, I’ll be going to India with Gage to scout out this new project. Nothing like taking a trip in the middle of a trip. The funny thing is, it’s happened on all but one of my tours. I also find it a bit funny that regardless of where I tour, which direction I’m headed, or even on what continent I’m touring, I’ve met up with Gage at some point on all my tours. So, with that little extra detail, I now need to be in Salt Lake City by August 12th. The challenge is finding a route that best makes that happen. That challenge is still very much a work in progress.

So, with contact information swapped, a very full stomach, and the morning quickly moving on, it was time to get a photo with my hosts before hitting the road. The forecast was calling for pretty strong winds from the south – and 60% of my day was to be spent heading south. And much of that first 60% was also going to be at least somewhat hilly. The sooner I got on the road the better – even though I wasn’t really looking forward to seeing Devils Tower disappear behind me.

Prairie dog

My departure from Devils Tower National Monument was a bit slow as I found myself stopping more than a few times for some last chance photos. Some of those were of the Devils Tower but some were also of Prairie Dog Town where, as you might suspect, there are a LOT of prairie dogs.

My departure was further delayed when I arrived back at the entrance to the park and made a not-so-quick stop at the Devils Tower Trading Post where they have a souvenir for everyone. Including me. I’m not one on souvenirs for several reasons but not the least of which is I’m on a bike and the last thing I need is more stuff. That said, it seemed fitting to buy my first two souvenirs from Devils Tower. I probably would’ve bought a t-shirt if I wasn’t travelling by bike but with space being limited I opted to “buy” (or more accurately, “make”) a couple of self-squished stamped pennies. Despite these souvenirs, I REALLY wish the US would do away with the penny.

My first two souvenirs

With my souvenirs safely stowed (inevitably to get lost somewhere along the line) and my alien fix filled (there were more than a few silly alien-themed items available), it was time to hit the road for real this time. Gillette was still about 95 km away and much of that distance was to be filled with headwinds and hills.

Much to my surprise, the wind either wasn’t as strong as forecasted or the direction was off a bit but the ride leaving Devils Tower behind wasn’t nearly as challenging as feared. And yes, there were hills but certainly nothing like the hills that still await me further west. Perhaps my mindset helped a lot too. I anticipated I was in for a tough day so I made a conscious effort not to look down at my current (or average) speed or how far I’d gone. I decided to just pedal and let the kilometres take care of themselves. That technique doesn’t always work but it certainly did today.

Nice people at the Moorcroft library.

My first stop of the day came around the 60 km mark in the town of Moorcroft – also featured in the movie “Paul”. I made a quick stop at the local grocery store for a banana (for my usual peanut butter and banana lunch bagel) before heading across the street to the library. They had a shaded bench out front where I could have my lunch and there was WiFi. I needed to inquire about the password for the latter but they were happy to provide it. The folks at the Moorcroft library were very nice.

It was during lunch that my plan for the coming days changed a bit. I received an e-mail from a client asking about doing a short video – it would mean one day off the road. Given that these trips don’t pay for themselves (well, with the exception of my great JagBag), I confirmed I could do the video. The new plan was to spend an extra day at a hotel in Gillette. I probably could’ve put it off a couple of days but my route becomes a little unclear again beyond Gillette. I also probably could’ve done it from a campground but I got a good rate for two nights at the Howard Johnson in Gillette and, clearly, a hotel would be infinitely more comfortable.

I found the good rate online but didn’t book it because I’ve found many times the online rates (even the good ones) can still be beaten if you just show up at the front desk. And, since you never know what will happen on the road, I find it best not to book too far in advance. ANYWAY, when I got to the front desk the woman at the counter couldn’t get me the online rate so she just told me to book it online. So, there I stood at the hotel’s front desk – using the hotel’s WiFi – booking a room for that hotel. Moments later I was checking-in. Ah, the joys of technology.

The rest of the evening was once again spent trying to get my blog updated. And eating. I did a quick grocery run after checking-in and found myself eating constantly for most of the evening. I’m not even sure if I was hungry! I just kept eating though. Side note: the hotel room has a fridge with a tiny freezer which meant my grocery run could include a six-pack of Klondike Bars (of the mint chocolate chip variety). There was ice cream tonight … and there will be ice cream tomorrow! Yup, life is good.

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Just Like In The Movies

Devils Tower, WY

I love this place!

The plan for the day was simple and didn’t involve any pedalling. Well, it didn’t involve MUCH pedalling anyway. With the exception of a short ride (including a longish gravel road) to/from the Devils Tower Visitor Center, today would be a day of walking. Walking around Devils Tower. And there are essentially two options for doing so. Spoiler Alert: I ended up doing both. And the weather cooperated beautifully.

The ride to the Visitor Center was only 2 km and mostly uphill but certainly manageable – especially with my bike uploaded. The two trails that circle Devils Tower are the Tower Trail and the Red Beds Trail. There are other tangent trails that extend from the latter but I didn’t do any of those. The Tower Trail is closest to the base of Devils Tower and is the easier of the two trails. It’s paved. Mostly flat. And is only 2 km. And, as Gabriel told me, it’s typically very crowded. As such, my initial plan was to do the outer trail (aka. The Red Beds Trail). The outer trail trail takes a wider route around Devils Tower. Has more ups and downs. Isn’t paved. And is about 4.5 km. As for its busyness … I saw three people on the trail.

Hiking around the base really offers a great perspective on both the size of Devils Tower as well as how different each of the sides look. And yes, some views are more familiar than others as most people will recognize Devils Tower from its being featured in a somewhat old but very enjoyable movie. I feel I don’t need to say this but if by some chance you’re thinking, “What movie?”, well … Devils Tower plays a pretty prominent role in the movie, “Paul”. I highly recommend it. Oh, and it was also in another movie called, “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”. It’s pretty good too.


There’s not really much more I can add that can’t be summed up with a bunch of photos (many of which look the same) in a photo gallery. So I suggest you click the Photo Gallery icon.

Oh, and while I hadn’t originally intended to hike both trails I figured, “When am I going to be here again?” So, I decided to walk the additional 2 km of the Tower Trail. And I’m really glad I did. There were definitely a LOT of people on said trail but the inner trail offers a great view of the boulder field which you are welcome to climb and crawl over. Essentially, the boulder field consists of the remains from columns that have fallen from the tower – fortunately, not recently.

Unsuccessful long exposure (60 seconds) shot … the brightness of which seems to vary greatly depending on what screen I’m looking at. Sigh.

With my hikes complete I pedalled the 2 km back to my home at the Devils Tower Lodge to try to get caught up on a blog entry or two as well as plot my course for the coming days. Both tasks were moderately successful.

At the end of the day there was another great dinner with my hosts and the other guests at the lodge before everyone once again retired for the evening. My evening retirement was temporarily interrupted around midnight as I ventured out of my tent to do some stargazing. And it was pretty incredible. Sadly, my attempts to capture such views on camera were not particularly successful. Oh well. Trust me. It was stunning.

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Hoping For A Close Encounter

Belle Fourche, SD to Devils Tower, WY

A not (but should be) dry floor

The pattern of rain and thunderstorms through the night ended last night. Instead, the thunderstorms waited until about 5:30 AM to move in. You know, the time I seem to get up these days. I wasn’t particularly eager to step out of my tent in those conditions so I decided to see if I could wait it out. Side note: I miss my old MSR Hubba Hubba tent – the one that was tragically and fatally vandalized back in 2015 – it was so strong, durable, and water proof. It’s why I bought the updated model as a replacement. And I REALLY want to like my replacement but I’m more than a little disappointed with it. Or maybe my expectations of the floor NOT being soaked when it rains is asking too much. Sigh. I keep meaning to contact MSR but I just keep running out of hours every day. End very long side note.

My plan of waiting it out worked and by 7:00 AM I was out of my tent and packing things up. I was more than a little happy to have camped next to covered picnic tables as it made packing up infinitely easier. Did I mention how great the Riverside Campground was? Well, it was. Great.

By 8:00 AM I was on the road. My load was a bit heavier given how wet my tent was but I hoped to be able to dry it out when I arrived at the day’s destination. As for that destination, well … I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more than a little excited about today’s goal. When I first set out 34 days ago I pretty much had two specific targets. Obviously, the Grand Canyon being one of them. The other? Devils Tower in Wyoming. I’m not really sure why but I’ve wanted to see Devils Tower for a LOOOOONG time. Well, if all went well today, I would finally get to see it. Plus, it’s a movie site which extends the unexpected “movie location” theme that this trip has unofficially taken on.

Welcome to Wyoming!

In the process of getting to Devils Tower, I would obviously need to cross another state line. Goodbye South Dakota. Hello Wyoming. Wyoming would become state number ten on this tour and also another state to which I’d never been.

The ride to Devils Tower was to be about 90 km with only two real places to stop along the way. Fortunately, they were spaced out well. The first was about 30 km away. The second about 70 km. Oh, and did I mention the winds were being favourable again. Seriously, I’m SO going to pay for this somewhere along the line. But while the winds were being kind, the clouds were still very much present. However, the darkest of those clouds were in front of me and so I hoped my tailwind would keep them there.

Cue the meteorology lesson. Actually, I’m not going to give such a lesson since clearly I don’t know anything about it. All I DO know is that the tailwinds that were helping me pedal west were somehow blowing the clouds east. A confrontation was inevitable.

125-year-old Aladdin General Store

On the upside, I managed to make it to Aladdin (the town, not the movie) by 9:30 AM without encountering any rain. As planned, I stopped for some lunch and also checked out the 125-year-old general store in this town of 15 people. No, that’s not a typo. Fifteen.

The store was a pretty interesting place. It had the usual items you’d expect to find including plenty of touristy souvenirs. But there was also an antique store on the upper level which had some pretty great stuff. Of course, none of which would fit on my bike so I left it all behind.

As I was descending the stairs back to the main floor, the distinctive sound of rain pelting the roof was beginning. I was officially in a holding pattern. I mean, if I left at that moment I was definitely going to get soaked. If I delayed there was a slim hope that I might not get soaked. And if I have to pedal in the rain, I’d rather be in the process of pedalling when the rain starts rather than start pedalling while it’s already raining. At least in the former situation my legs have been moving for a while and have generated some body heat. That was certainly a factor in my decision as it wasn’t a particularly warm morning.

Don’t believe the blue sky. It’s a decoy!

Eventually my stalling tactic paid off and the rain passed on by. I was under no illusion though that I would enjoy a dry ride the rest of the way. Admittedly, I was hoping the dry ride would last longer than 30 minutes. But it didn’t. And once the rain started again, it only stopped briefly over the next 40 km to the next town. Not surprisingly, those were far from the most enjoyable 40 km of this tour.

When I reached Hulett I was pretty chilled and completely soaked. On the upside I only had 20 km to go. On the downside, well … as I said, I was pretty chilled and completely soaked. I took shelter for about 20 minutes outside the local grocery store. Not ideal but there were benches and I was out of the wind. Yes the wind was helping my ride but it also contributed to my chills as I stood there.

The rain eventually stopped and blue sky actually started to make an appearance. Not like earlier in the day. The blue sky was starting to win out. I figured that was my opening to get back on the road. And what a difference a few hours makes. After a rather unpleasant morning in the rain, the sun actually won the afternoon and I actually started to dry off as I pedalled the final 15 km. I even took time to pull out the drone for a very quick shot of Devils Tower before I reached the park. Drones aren’t permitted in state parks so I figured this would be the best chance I’d have. Sadly, it was a short flight as I hadn’t had a chance to recharge the batteries since my ride along the Enchanted Highway.

With the drone shot being mildly successful at best, I returned to the bike to finish out the day’s ride. There was a bit of a moral victory as I entered the state park and cruised by the long lineup of cars waiting to get in. I SO didn’t want to have to wait in that line. And I didn’t.

My final destination for the day was the Devils Tower Lodge. It’s a B&B that also runs a climbing operation that guides experienced climbers to the summit of Devils Tower. It also happens to be on Warm Showers. The owner of said B&B, Frank, is in California at the moment but Gabriel and his wife, Rachel, manage the site and they offered to host me for the night. Actually, they said it wasn’t a problem to stay two nights so I could spend some time tomorrow exploring the area.

Anybody else see that?


Devils Tower Lodge is a pretty interesting place. It’s actually not in the state park but right on the border such that you have to go through the park to get to it. And even though there’s a pretty rough gravel road for the final kilometre, it was definitely worth it. And that’s how I met Gabriel and Rachel. They have been super welcoming and generous hosts. Gabriel showed me around the property and where I could set up my tent. There’s even an outdoor shower with views of Devils Tower. As places to camp go, this one is simply amazing.

I was invited to join them and the other B&B guests for dinner which was also fantastic. The other guests were from all over including Missouri, New York, Nevada, and Utah. Some were climbers. Some weren’t. The three guys from Utah (well, actually two were from Utah, the other from Nevada but they were travelling together) are planning on summiting tomorrow afternoon which is more than a little cool. And there’s a chance I might meet up with them again in Nevada and Utah but that’s still a few weeks away to know for sure.

With dinner over, everyone eventually went their own way to their respective rooms or, in my case, tent, to bring an end to a great day. Okay, well … maybe the riding in the rain wasn’t so good but it was fun in the “Type 2” fun sort of way.

Tomorrow will be a non-pedalling day. Not for rest but just to explore Devils Tower. I mean, I’ve come all this way it would be a waste to not see more of it. Hopefully the weather will cooperate.

Today’s totals:
Distance: 90.99 km
Ride time: 4:38:30
Average speed: 19.60 km/h
Maximum speed: 61.18 km/h (this would’ve been more fun had it not been pouring and my visibility somewhat hindered by the rain on my glasses)

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Like Yesterday, But Better

Reva, SD to Belle Fourche, SD

Good morning Mr. Daddy Longlegs.
(He was on the outside so all was well)

Last night was a pretty great night to be in a tent. Yes, it rained for much of the night but that rain came with another light and sound show in the form of lightning and thunder. The lightning seemed to last forever with constant overlapping flashes. And the thunder rolled right along with it. Sure, the memory of the storm while at Assumption Abbey was still fresh in my mind but since my tent wasn’t being assaulted by strong winds or shredded by hail I assumed (pun intended) I was safe. I drifted back to sleep as the light show continued.

As has become a bit of a trend, the rain that fell through the night gave way to a beautiful sunny morning. I once again was awake at 5:30 AM and on the road shortly before 7:00 AM. And there was another kind wind that came along for the ride. There was also a bit of backtracking needed this morning as I pedalled back east to Highway 79. It was actually a bit strange to see the sun in front of me as I pedalled at that hour.

Backtracking aside (it was only 6 km, after all), I have to say that I really enjoyed today’s ride. Yes, the wind helped but I found the scenery to be beautiful. However, my photo attempts to capture the vast views really weren’t doing said views justice so I just admired them for myself and pedalled on. At times the landscapes reminded me of parts of Africa (minus the zebras and giraffes) in that they just seemed to go on forever. It was beautiful.

Eastbound to the Grand Canyon?

My destination for the day was Newell, SD. A 100 km ride. As rides go, this one was sort of a practice run for some of the rides that I anticipate are coming soon. Practice in the sense that it was a somewhat remote ride.

As I turned onto Highway 79 I was greeted with a sign informing me of a lack of services for 33 miles (53 km). I pedalled on and hoped I wouldn’t need services. Spoiler Alert: I didn’t. In fact, the ride to Hoover ended up being really easy and I made really good time. A good tailwind has that effect. And when I reached the “town” of Hoover I stopped for the aforementioned services. I say “town” but it looked too small to be a town. It was kind of a strange but interesting place that looked more like a farm homestead. And reaching said homestead required pedalling down a somewhat lengthy gravel hill. Good times.

Welcome to Hoover

There was a small general store there. A farm. Some sheep. A few houses. I couldn’t figure out if it was just a family that lived there or a few families. Either way, the general store had bananas so I was able to have a bagel with peanut butter and banana and red high fructose corn syrup … uh, I mean, Strawberry Fruit Spread for lunch. Interestingly enough, there was a room beside the general store which clearly featured at least six card/poker tables. So, while Hoover may be small they clearly have a significant card-playing clientele in the area … not bad for a place 33 miles from anywhere.

After pedalling back up the gravelled hill to the highway, it would be another 33 miles (53 km) without services to get to Newell. As it happens, I made really good time there too. So much so that I arrived in Newell by 1:00 PM. Once again, I was in a small town with no plans for accommodation. It was still very early in the day and the wind still in my favour. Not hard to tell where this is going. So, after refilling my water bottles, eating half a CLIF protein bar, and making a quick Dollar General detour, I decided to carry on with the wind again. Side note: Dollar General always makes me smile – and frequently makes me stop. They just seem to appear out of nowhere and where you least expect them.

“Carrying on with the wind again” meant setting course for Belle Fourche, SD. It was only 40 km away and it was yet another very easy ride. As a bonus, the wind had conveniently switched from the north to the northeast … just in time for me to turn east. I have no doubt I’m going to pay for these few days of kind winds but for now I’m just enjoying them and trying to ride them for as far as I can. Clearly I wasn’t planning another 160 km day but when you’re on a trip that goes against the prevailing winds and those prevailing winds take a day or two off … well, it’s best to take advantage of those situations.

When I arrived in Belle Fourche, I was seriously considering getting a motel but surprisingly most were full and/or seriously overpriced. This turned out to be a pretty good thing. In lieu of a motel, I headed to the Riverside Campground which ended up being a really pleasant surprise. The owner of the place was super friendly and accommodating. I ended up setting up my tent next to a couple of covered picnic tables where I somewhat-covertly had access to power outlets. And I not-at-all-covertly had WiFi. All for just $10. Oh, and yes … there were actual washrooms and showers. Take that Regent RV Park.

The strong winds which had pushed me this far today continued well after I had set up my tent – and actually got stronger. As such, I opted to eat out tonight – while I love my little alcohol stove, it doesn’t do so well in high winds. Sadly, there weren’t any All-you-can-eat buffets that I could shamelessly take advantage of so I had to settle for some fast-ish food. And far too much junk food for dessert. But it was tasty junk food – funny how that works.

Today’s totals:
Distance: 161.21 km
Ride time: 6:50:34
Average speed: 23.55 km/h
Maximum speed: 58.85 km/h

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As The Wind Blows

Regent, ND to Reva, SD

Good morning sun (and potential storm clouds)

As nights go, last night was kind of a long one. I went to sleep around 10:30 PM and when I awoke after what felt like a great night’s sleep I discovered it was only 11:13 PM. I hate when that happens. I don’t think I slept for more than a couple hours at a time throughout the night. I woke once to the sound of light rain falling on my tent. That rain became somewhat heavy rain which was then accompanied by a pretty intense lightning show. Despite all the lightning I never heard any thunder. I soon fell asleep to the sound of the rain against my tent.

When morning came the lightning was gone, the rain had stopped, and the sun had returned. And the winds were clearly coming from the north. Not at all a bad thing since I knew my direction of travel for at least some of the day would be southerly. My exact destination was still unknown but I was leaning towards heading to Bowman, ND. The distance was reasonable (100 km) and it would get me to a highway which I could take to South Dakota. Plus, there would be an opportunity for a post-ride Frosty at Wendy’s. Not essential but certainly a bonus. However, the overall location of Bowman was a bit less than ideal. I’d have to spend the last 40 km or so going northwest – last I checked, the Grand Canyon was still to the southwest. Alternatively, I could make it a short day and stop in Reeder, ND … a mere 70 km ride. Since Reeder is en route to Bowman, I decided to postpone the Bowman decision and make Reeder my first goal of the day.

The lack of washrooms at the campground led to hitting the road early. I didn’t feel like pedalling the few blocks to the public washrooms and then having to come back to the campground to pack up. Even though it was only a few blocks, I still don’t particularly care for backtracking. Instead, I just packed up right away and started my day.

Turn left for a tailwind

That start ended up feeling a bit sluggish. Not sure if was me, all the starting and stopping yesterday, the wind, the hills … or maybe a bit of everything but my legs really didn’t seem to be enjoying the first 20 km and those kilometres seemed to take forever to pass by. My sluggishness was confirmed by my average speed of under 20 km/h. I know, I know … it’s not a race. That said, things changed dramatically when I reached my first turn. The crosswind that had been nagging me over the first hour or so was about to change to a tailwind. A serious tailwind. Definitely the best tailwind of the trip – yes, better than the one during the final leg of my 263 km day.

The next 50 km were in no way sluggish. So much so that when I arrived in Reeder it just didn’t seem to make sense to go northwest and against the wind to go to Bowman. The wind clearly wanted me to continue heading south. Who was I to argue? I mean, it’s no secret how rare it is that I (or seemingly ANY cyclists) get a tailwind of this magnitude. The decision was made.

Welcome to South Dakota

In making that decision, a new milestone was reached in the form of state number nine (aka. South Dakota). Despite this being my ninth state of this trip, it was the first NEW state for me. Up until South Dakota, I had travelled in the other eight states on this trip by car at one time or another. However, this was my first time on South Dakota soil (or pavement as the case may be). And there was even a sign to welcome me. How nice.

By continuing south from Reeder, I set a new goal of reaching Reva, SD and the wind continued to help me the entire way. But when I reached Reva and the Google lady announced, “You have arrived!”, my accommodation arrangements were still very much not arranged. An online search of the area revealed the best (and perhaps only) contender came in the form of the state run Reva Gap Campground. Unlike last night’s campground there would be no electricity (hardly crucial) but there were some form of toilets (somewhat crucial). The website also said there was potable water but given its somewhat remote location I didn’t particularly believe that. As such, for the first time on this trip I filled up my three litre Platypus reservoir at the Reva Store. You know, just in case. Oh, and as an added bonus, the Reva Gap Campground was free.

The biggest downside to Reva Gap (other than potentially not having any potable water) was its location. It was about 6 km beyond the turn I would need to make to continue south tomorrow. Translation: I would have to backtrack about 6 km in the morning. How unfortunate.

… uh, excuse me for a moment …

I arrived at the campground and it was a little unclear where I was supposed to go. There were no maps. No attendants. Pretty much no indication at all as to where I should go. So, I just ended up pedalling the gravel road circuit to explore the area. Officially, that area featured eight campsites. And as far as I could tell, there were no water taps to be found. I’m not saying there WEREN’T any water taps, I’m just saying I didn’t see any.

There were only a couple of unfilled sites for the taking but none of those had a picnic table. However, there was a picnic area just as one enters the campground. I decided it would be okay if I camped there. Aiding that decision was the fact that someone else had already set up a tent and trailer in that same area.

The rest of the afternoon was spent drying out my tent and enjoying the bliss offered by a covered picnic table. It really is the simple things. And yes, simple would again describe my pasta dinner cooked on my alcohol stove. But again, simple in a good way.

Despite the tailwind, I found myself pretty tired as the evening passed. I attempted to get caught up on my writing but that was only mildly successful – laptop battery life contributed to that, too. The tailwind which encouraged me all day was beautiful but there was still a fair bit of climbing today (roughly 3,300′ feet of climb versus about 2600′ of descent). I can only imagine how I’d feel if the wind wasn’t helping me. Well, I suspect if the wind was working against me I wouldn’t have gone as far today.

Tomorrow looks to be another day where I really don’t know how far I’ll be going. Once again, I may just let the wind decide.

Oh, not surprisingly, as I sat in my tent typing blog entries, one thing became very obvious. Nothing makes one thirstier than a limited water supply. I’m SO glad I had that extra three litres of water with me. But I could’ve finished it hours ago!

Today’s totals:
Distance: 147.27 km
Ride time: 6:19:28
Average speed: 23.28 km/h (at one point it was as high as 24.5 km/h)
Maximum speed: 53.93 km/h

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