It’s amazing how different the temperature and climate are depending on the elevation. Yesterday I was bundled up in my jacket and my raincoat with both hoods pulled up under my helmet. We were up over 8000 feet of elevation. Then today we descended to 2000 feet where it’s hot again and we’re splashing around in rivers to cool off.
I think around 7000 feet is just about right. Below 5000 feet is too toasty and above 9000 can get a wee bit chilly. I feel a little like Goldilocks, except instead of trying out porridges and beds, I’m experimenting with elevations.
There were no hotels at the end of the day. It’s been nine nights since we last camped. Apparently our hotel luck has run out. As sunset approached we stopped at a restaurant and filled up on water and then pursued camping options. Pickins were slim as fences lined the roadway and all the gates were padlocked closed. There were no houses to stop at and ask about camping either. We finally found a spot off the road, in a pasture, on top of a hill. It was an effort to get the bikes up here but the view was worth it.
As night approached, the mountains across the valley sparkled as lights were turned on in the homes dotting the hillside. I was reminded how much I enjoy stealth camping. I love that it is just us up here, that we have this place and this moment all to ourselves.