We packed up in the rain. We started the day with a chilly 10 mile descent. It took us less than 30 minutes to get to the bottom, only to cross a river and immediately start heading back up the other side. Our route has been a series of W’s. Up, down, up, down, and repeat. I shifted down into the granny gear as we started another mountain pass. Ten miles to the top. At 3-4mph, I was looking at a few hours of climbing.
We thought when we went down in elevation the rain would stop. No luck. Then we thought if we just kept pushing forward that we’d bike out of the rain. No luck. The rain stayed with us the entire day.
We summited the pass in the early afternoon and it was cold, still raining, and the wind had picked up. Bad combination. There was nowhere to get out of the rain. We were both starting to shiver badly as we started the descent. We were wearing our rain jackets for most of the day and while they keep our torso dry from the outside, the heat and perspiration from the efforts of climbing had made us damp on the inside. Our pants were soaked, as were our gloves, shoes and socks. We were losing feeling in our hands and feet.
This part of the adventure isn’t fun. More than anything, I just want to get out of the rain and change my clothes into something dry. Changing clothes right now would be futile in this rain. I’d be wet again in a mater of minutes. Because we’re carrying limited clothes, we have to take care that we always have something warm and dry to put on at the end of the day.
♫ And since we’ve no place to go…