We don’t know what all these northbounders are talking about. Each time we meet cyclists heading north they tell us about the awful headwinds they rode through. Their headwind is our tailwind so this should be good news for us. But we have yet to encounter these tailwinds. So either the northbounders are all liars, or Mother Nature is having a good laugh at all our expense.
We had another day of horrendous gusting wind. By the afternoon I had gone a little mad and felt my sanity slipping as I was alternating between laughing at the ridiculousness of trying to ride a bike in this nonsense, and yelling like a lunatic for it to end.
We had to push the bikes at some points because it was not possible to ride into the wind. But then sometimes it was barely possible to push. The wind had enough force to catch the bike like a sail, sliding it over the loose gravel, shoving it in every direction but forward. Sometimes I resorted to grabbing the bike at either end and just dragging it sideways, like an obstinate child in the throes of a meltdown. NO BICI, YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!
I was in a wrestling match with a 100lb bike…and I was losing.
This is not normal.
But we are not in a normal place. We are in a place that looks quite literally out of this world. In a thousand lifetimes, an artist could not have created a more ethereal scene. And as much as the elements have me pushed to my limit, I am pulled back by the exquisite beauty of this place, wrapped in nature’s embrace, and lost in this crazy, beautiful, inhospitable world.