Today: 75km, 1093m elevation gain
To date: 282km, 4,185m elevation gain
To go: somewhere abouts 7, 720km
Today was both a really good day and a really bad day. Let’s start with the bad:
- Terrified out of my mind going down a total of 6km of 13% grade…. may need to get new brake pads….
- Not to mention sore, sore hands from gripping the handlebar so tightly to keep control and brake
- I kept thinking the hills had ended, but every time I was thwarted
- The heat! Oh the heat. And I swear the shade I saw in the distance never appeared. Had to be pushing 30 degrees.
- Morale low
But! The good:
- Delicious Bison burger with cheddar cheese in Lillooet – and very friendly people
- As soon as I put my music on, this came on: “Don’t worry bout a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be all right…..”
- Cycling with music is huge morale booster
- Met a couple who were travelling the world on a motorbike – they are half way and three years in – read about them here
- I was running low on water, and said a little prayer for either a creek or a store and low and behold, in the middle of nowhere, a store appears! I buy 2L of water to stock up
- Met Danny who is cycling from Red Deer to Seattle. We set up a picnic in a meadow and made tea, then carried on our ways
- Got to wash my hair in the lake which was not as freezing as previous water sources have been
Today was my first rain, but it came right as I needed it – climbing another big (isn) hill to Lillooet. I was completely wrong in my assumption that I did all the big climbing yesterday and today would be smooth sailing. Not so much. As much as I may seem to complain about hills, they really aren’t so bad. I am starting to realize this whole biking thing is like a big game of “Would you Rather?” …. would you rather have ascents for kms, or hair-raising descents? Neither option are ideal, but pick your poison… I would take the ascents – because then at least you have complete control. I cannot stress enough how much I hate steep descents. Maybe as I get more used to Slow Loris and her 130lbs of bulk, I will get calmer… I was talking to a woman about this at Seton Lake just outside of Lillooet (a very beautiful Lake, and a free campground near by, by the way), and the motorcycle couple overheard me, and we got to talking too. I guess word travels, because later in the day when I saw Danny coming towards me, the first thing he said to me was you must be the girl who hates downhills…..
Meeting Danny was a much needed morale booster. He is the first person I have seen cycling and it was good to swap stories and compare bikes and gear. Some people (mother) have made fun of some of the gear I am carrying (rock climbing stuff), but he is carrying a gold pan…. and a fishing rod, which I actually do wish I had (like you suggested Dawn). He was showing me pictures of some of the fish he caught and I was so envious!
I left Danny and continued on to Marble Canyon – my goal for the night. I could not have got there fast enough – my legs were done, my hands were done and my shoulders were developing this weird pain. The campsite was really lovely, tucked between two lakes. Riding in I saw two loons – everytime I see a loon (which isn’t many), I am always shocked by how big they are! At camp, I got to washing my clothes and as I was doing so a huge eagle flew right by… priceless moments!