Day 16, The Deluge Day

Fork lightning, jabbing at the earth. Thunder belly rumbles across the sky and all around me. Again, I am pushing Precious up a climb. I’ve given up. No, no. This is supposed to be an easier day than yesterday, and yet here I am on the tips of my toes and flat out pushing. The air crackles and one minute I’m dry and suffering in beat-down-upper-cut full sun and the next, I’m soaked to the bone. To the calcium and marrow. I look up ahead to where the curve disappears around the bend and into the trees. There is a …

Day 15, The Quad Burner Day

Getting one’s arse into gear can sometimes mash ‘em up a little. By the time I actually headed off from the campsite and along the three or so miles to get out of Breaks Park, it was already past 8am. Not such a great start time for a 70+ mile day that was to include five significant climbs. Well, they looked big on the map, but those elevation charts are a little deceptive at times. Again with the mist. Almost as soon as I turned onto the route again, I saw a touring cyclist coming the other way. I went …