Day 18: rain, rain, go

New day, semi -skin legs

Last night it was actually a quite quiet night. Good dream is not too common to me along the way. I am sure that a 30 -mile day had a lot to do with a good dream. My feet, the legs and backs received a beating yesterday. However, the feeling of achievement was worth it. In all my years along the way, I have never put 30 miles. Especially while eclipssa the 13,000 -foot mark. That said, today it was not going to be a cake walk. More than 5,000 feet of gain along a roller coaster of ridges, assemblies and peaks.

Good and dry day … for now

The views began excellent when I made constant progress along the serpentine ridges. I quickly got into a rhythm and had great hopes of a soft day. Mother Nature had other ideas. I don’t know what I did to bother her, but it seemed that the second in which my foot took the first step of an inclination, the wind and rain began. He had more than 12,000 feet, so hypothermia was a great concern. When I felt a drop, my poncho continued. That poor plastic piece showed a heart along the way, but finally began to crumble after the third climb.

Lunch next to the lake

I was lucky to take a break in the weather, so I took advantage of the extended lunch in Lovely Mountain Lake. He knew he had more climbs, followed by an extended part over the trees for approximately 5 miles. I wanted to make sure I feed me properly. Lunch was a good respite, but I noticed that a big cloud moved and decided to put back. Like the clock, the rain came when the climb came. I felt really angry. It seemed that Colorado was starting to reject me a little.

Bad weather, worse mood

I hit Weminuche’s desert and things took a turn. The ray that had been threatening all day finally began to land. The sound was unreal. Being in a storm instead of adjacent was a new experience. I curled up, I realized my tattered poncho, I said a small prayer and rode it. After 20 minutes of quite intense weather, I saw Blue Sky and made a race for him. I had a progress to do, the rays will be convicted. I hoped that the worst ended, but what proceeded was a wave after wave of windows of the blue and intense sky. After a couple of hours of this, I was at the end of my rope. Fortunately, I had a few hours of Felger and Mazz (98.5 the Sports Hub Boston) blocked and loaded. The combination of anger for the weather and anger in the bad shots of Boston sports was like hitting the numbers. I hit the final journey above the tree line with a feeling of reckless abandonment. I went through the storms, to the blue sky, and reached the long descent to Elk Creek.

The descent to Elk Creek was brutal. After a huge response section, the path fell into a straight abyss of rocks, roots and rain. On the positive side, there were a lot of wild flowers and some cold signs of the area of the area. I started cooling knowing that my day had come to an end. When I finally found an adequate camp, I threw my store, ate a great dinner and delighted in the understanding that tomorrow was the best of all things. City Day. Silverton was only 10 miles (and 2500 feet of climbing) away. Thank God.

Pink, spine and sprout

Rose: Lunch on the lake. This was a really refreshing moment. A sunny oasis in the rain soaked the desert of a difficult day. I am not sure how I spend a day without this moment in the lake.

Thorn: The rain. The rain. The rain. Please hold! I usually love a rainy day. Colorado, rest!

Bud: Tomorrow JS one day of the city. Silverton is so close that I can try the burgs and beers.

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