A long day ahead, Rice Crispies with water have really lost their appeal now. Anyway the track continued on from where we had left it and it still looked most rocky. A steady start then.
The morning was clear and cloudless but another cold start, the nightime temperatures are all around zero at the moment. Plod plod plod then Medicine Lodge Road (the one we were on) stopped following Medicine Lodge Creek, you know this means only one thing, upwards toil, so we toiled upwards.
The road changed to Medicine Lodge – Big Sheep Creek Back Country Byway, what a great name. If I had a firstborn or maybe a dog they would be called this.
The surface was poor, but it is being repaired from here all the way to the top. A large wagon just seemed to be scraping the surface with a huge blade similar to a snowplough, with a large water tanker occasionally damping down the surface. Did I mention the dust today is the worst yet?
Eventually the top arrived (anout 2 hours late) at 7340 ft, which was well below what the map said but who is complaining? We then had many miles of down, which did undulate quite a bit (remember undulating means lots of up sneaking in when you are not looking).
We did see a huge Golden Eagle at a distance being hassled by some smaller birds to go away.
Then once across the plain we started to follow Big Sheep Creek down a lovely river valley.
More roadworks, this time they were replacing a bridge and installing fibre optic cable. Amazing given its remoteness, 30 miles from the closest road then another 50 miles to a reasonable sized town. Apparently the school bus makes this journey twice a day to collect 2 pupils.
Then suddenly we (I) had a serious problem with my insides, they wanted to become outsides in an explosive manner (I would say use your imagination, but don’t) I felt faint as well.
Janet bravely hurled herself in front of a passing car, unbelievably it stopped rather than run her over. Carl and Carol got out, at this point I collapsed in a heap thankfully in their car. Janet locked the bikes to a pole (how convenient to have an eastern european there at the time) threw our bags in the back of the car and we drove or rather Carol drove 12 miles to Lima where we booked into a motel.
Carol and Carl went home and got their chevvy truck, Carol and Carl are in their 70’s, then came back and drove all the way up into the hills to retrieve our bikes. They have this massive Caravan / RV they tow with the truck.
They were yet another pair of truly kind selfless people who you would definitely want to meet if you were having a moment on a track miles from town.
I had recovered by now so just to check we walked over the road to the diner and ate a pair of burgers (that is one each) and fries, just to make sure I had lovely slice of homemade apple pie with icecream. The best thing was there were no intestinal consequences.
A good nights sleep followed in preparation for more cycle travelling.
6 thoughts on “Day 35 Oh look my insides have dropped out”
Omg what a day thank God for carol and Carl and see mom you did good in a crisis lol . What a tan Martin is getting gonna be well jealous of that by the time your home. Missing you both so much but we all so proud of you back here and even I have to say what spectacular scenery and you know me I only need a pool and a sun bed lol take care love you em xxx
I know what marvelous couple x missing you all too xxx
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Hope Four Eyes Canyon is feeling better. The things some people will do to get a ride in a car and a night in a motel instead of biking and tenting! How fortunate to meet such great, generous locals in Martin’s time of need. Happy pedalling and pushing
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He ok now ta apple pie and icecream later. Must admit ride was goooood.
I like carol and Carl. They look like a nanny and grandad bring them back. And go fetch bob and his dogs xxx
Ah bless You that would be nice