The piney woods of the Gila National Forest are a welcome change of scenery. These are the tallest trees we have seen in a while. The cool morning air smells like Christmas.
We start the day with the expectation that we’ll have the inverse of yesterday’s ride. This is a big expectation as yesterday involved 40 miles of going up. We expected all those miles going down.
Here is the fallacy in our thinking: Yesterday we came up from a river valley. Today we are going through mining country. Mining towns are in the mountains. I don’t need an elevation profile map to tell me we aren’t leaving these mountains anytime soon.
We rode along Santa Rita Copper Mine, one of the oldest mines in North America.
We realize our error about 5 miles into the day when we start going up again, and then we go down into a valley, and then we climb out of said valley, only to go down again. And that’s how the day goes as we roll through the foothills, up and down, with us growing more impatient with every up.
This put Scott in his grumpy pants.
It wasn’t that difficult of a ride though. It’s just that we expected to be done in time to have a second breakfast. It’s all about setting appropriate expectations. We have learned this lesson before.
It is well into the afternoon when we arrive at Silver City. But that doesn’t keep me from having a second breakfast.