Glenn Charles

Adventurer | Photographer | Connector

Today I am a Time Traveler with a Camera... Tomorrow, who knows

Day 53 : Marathon to Alpine

I had worked hard yesterday to do the 50 plus miles up hill to get to Marathon Tx, with the goal being that today would then be an easy 25 mile ride to Alpine.  I obviously did not consult mother nature about my plans as she had other things in store for me.  So, instead of writing a long winded description of my difficult day I will just list out some bullet points, some facts, some thought that rambled through my head as I battled a ferocious non-stop head wind.  For those of you that adventure travel, I know you will relate to the pain and agony that such days inflict on our bodies and our psyche.  Enjoy:

  • 27 miles should have been a two and half hour ride, but instead turned into six long hours
  • I was blown from the middle of the shoulder (where I normally ride) off the road or on to the road, a mere 3-4 feet in an instant as the wind shifted from in front to the side
  • My normal riding position when the wind was from the side was at a 20 degree angle leaning into the wind, not unlike edging my kayak into strong side winds
  • Did you know that strong winds from the side will literally take the saliva out of your mouth and make you drool sideways?  I did not know this was possible, but am here to tell you that it is
  • I never thought I would use my granny gear on the flats, but I did
  • When the wind subsided, 5 mph felt like I was speeding
  • There were not many downhill grades, but when they did occur I seemed to gain absolutely no benefit from them at all
  • I had to stop to drink from my water bottle for fear of crashing if I rode one handed
  • The last 7 miles took what seemed like an eternity, forcing me to stop each mile to rest and drink
  • There were large objects moving down and accross the road, just like in those old western movies
  • I have not been really sore for most of the trip.  I have no doubt that tomorrow I will be in pain
  • Why are the last few miles of any difficult ride always uphill, I mean, what are the odds?