It was less our legs and more our bowels that determined we would take a day off in Payson, Arizona. Although our legs are appreciating the rest after the crazy amount of climbing we’ve done over the last two days. The low frequency subsonic rumbles coming from our guts sounds like we’re communicating with whales.
There are various theories for the condition of our guts ranging from clostridium perfringens spores in the water used to boil the pasta, the unrefrigerated pre-cooked sausage (also in the pasta), to the Best Thai Food Ever. So many possibilities. Whatever the cause, of all nights, last night was NOT the night to be confined within solid walls of a hotel room. This is the real reason we own a mesh tent. A night of gaseous emissions turned our room into a giant dutch oven. The bathroom was a disaster after running a 3-person relay with the toilet. Our apologies to the maid.
Thankfully there is a campground across the street from the hotel where we will stay another night. When our conditions improved we unloaded the bikes and headed to the casino where I made my donation to the Tonto Apache Tribe at the blackjack table and then we abused our bodies with an all-you-can-eat fish fry buffet.
And then later on we went out for pizza. We’ll never learn.
At least we’re back in the mesh tent tonight.