We had pulled into our campground in Moab and Cheryl decided she was going to trat us to dessert that night for out birthdays. Rod and I celebrated birthdays on (or right after) the ride. She bought a cheesecake for us to share. I had already had my fill of dinner but made room for cheesecake.
I really don't like that pic above! I look drugged. We had already pedaled over 200 miles that week and my allergies were making my eyes swollen somewhat closed.
This is just after I pulled into camp outside of Monticello. That's me standing in the back. I hadn't even had a chance to shower yet...but notice everyone else is clean and relaxing. I am just that much slower. But hey, it's about the journey. I don't mind being slower because I'm savoring the scenery.
This is when we just got started. I'm the one with the blue bag on the right. We rode together for the first part of the day while we navigated some confusing dirt roads.
I was just finishing a climb over cock's comb. It was a tough climb but not as bad as it appeared it would be when we came around the corner.