After last nights rain the sky cleared and the temperature dropped very quickly. The rain on the outside of the tent was frozen solid along with any condensation inside. We packed the inner and footprint as they were dry and left just the outer defrosting for a while before it found a home in a waterproof bag.
The diner was open by now so we got a nice cuppa before we started, coffee has free refills which is nice if you like to start the morning with a gallon of it, it is filter coffee as well. I do not think instant coffee exists in the USA.
We has two and a half miles of road before we hit the track, as it was Saturday the road was very quiet so nice to cycle on. The wind was OK at this point, there but not causing a problem yet.
The track proved very different, it varied from a very good compact surface to washboarded sand which was almost impossible to cycle on. Last nights rain did one good thing, it damped the track so for a while there was no great dust clouds from passing cars (although there were far fewer on this track). As we climbed the views improved, we could see that fresh snow had fallen on the higher mountain tops, probably 11000 ft plus, all the tops were very white.
Again we passed the unitised road network hardly used by anyone, just the very lonely caravan every so often. You could probably pick up your very own piece of this beautiful countryside for $20,000.
We climbed steadily up to 9500 ft, and the wind blew harder and harder, the same direction as yesterday from the south so straight into our faces. It made any ups steep ups, any flat into an up and any down into a flat, progress was very slow.
The plan was to fill up with water at a forded creek 27 miles along the way, then camp in the National Forest which started at 30 miles. Plodding on slowly we even dropped from our 9500 ft we had so lovingly (and battled for) attained dropping to 9000 ft.
The views remained impressive, the snowy tops looking very cold, in fact the wind now had a chill feel to it.
At 27 miles the ford, but the creek was a terribly brown mucky colour, not something you would want to drink. We passed on it and would make do with what we had.
We were at the top and at that moment 2 quad bike riders also crossed over. We said hello and they stopped for a chat, Michael and Jay had just completed a 60 mile ride out. They kindly gave us some bottles of water (having failed to top up at the ford) many thanks.
There was a nice flat spot right here so the tent was quickly pitched, pasta rehydrated and general comfy making stuff carried out.