What a beautiful ride were the first two hours today. A flat to descending road, with little traffic, through a lush valley with tree covered hills on each side, and a wind at my back. It was as good as riding gets. But nothing lasts forever and I began to see that I was riding in the direction of a big, big, big grey cloud. At about 1:00 I got under it and a cold rain began. It rained the last 35 or 40 miles which made a very ordinary motel feel like The Ritz. I've now stayed at 7 motels and 4 campgrounds. I stay at motels for reasons of weather, bears, or lack of alternatives. They have ranged in price from about $25 to $112.50.
My body has recovered from a tendency to leg cramps, a raw crouch, a sore and painful Achilles tendon, and most worrisome of all, a sore knee in the first week. I think I am now in about as good cycling shape as is possible for me. I'm still not very strong when it comes to riding this loaded bike up hill, but I don't expect much improvement. I am gratified that my aches and pains have been curable without having to take time off.
Finally I will just note that I am writing this entry at 2:30 AM because somewhere near here someone is pounding a drum. I think there is some sort of pow wow going on. Notes in the base range travel far.
Editorial comment: In editing this entry I did not correct the spelling of crotch since doing so would make two comments that were submitted, a bit mysterious.
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Paul:
I have to tell you that the word is spelled "crotch", not "crouch."
Jo
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