Day 3 and 4
WE ARE SLACKERS!!!
We took day 3 off due to rain, cold and my sore bum. It was a good day to rest. (And my sore bum thanked me.)
Day 4 saw us tackling the Klondike Trail with the Baby Steps loop added on to get us back to the car. Baby Steps??? What evil rear-slapping sadist named this trail?
It all started out innocently enough (as all adventures do), but alas only after about mile 3 we got into the ritual couple argument of “we are going the wrong way”. Much to my dismay Mike was - cough, cough, gag, cough - right, and we got going. The steep sections were darn intimidating to me but we managed to get over a surprising number. We had problems with getting the bike to drop into its lowest gear (not a great thing when presented with a cliff directly in front of you) which caused a few jolting stops on the way up. (Insert here - severe-eye-watering-crotch-pain.)
The way down was,... well... jarring. Do you remember the feminist quote of “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle”?. I felt like a fish out of water. I’m sorry to say, but I still believe that there are places no bicycle should go and this would be one of them. We made it down but I hardly was able to enjoy the scenery and there was no serenity in the exertion for me. Give me hiking boots or give me death.
I know I seem to be obsessing about my nether-regions but (GOOD GOLLY GRACIOUS) were they sore after this ride. I’m beginning to understand the bow-legged cowboy thing. Can you duct-tape a pillow on to a bicycle seat?
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