A test of our collective riding commitment. For about 45 of the 73 miles we rode, we were facing 23-25mph head winds and cross winds.
It was a pleasant start to the ride exiting Van Horn. We actually had a gentle tail wind and morning was chilly but beautiful.
We even ran into a Mariachi band in someone’s front yard. One of the very few residences we passed today.
But, then the wind struck with full fury. We were fighting a head-wind and dust storms as we proceeded east.
About to ride into a windstorm:
From that point forward, it was a battle against the wind. There was some respite for about 8 miles when we were in the hills and had help from gravity and an occasional change in the direction of the road. But otherwise, we were riding east directly into the teeth of the tiger.
Nonetheless, there were some fun moments. A Prada store complete with handbags and shoes in the middle of nowhere.
An iconic windmill:
A “spy” station on the border with a dirigible tethered to the ground looking for ????
Slow, slow progress against the wind until we gratefully rolled into camp after 5+ hours in the saddle. I wouldn’t have made it without the teamwork of Greg, Al, and Adrian in a pace line to take some of the brunt of leading through the wind. Ultimately, everyone that started out today completed the route. It was an amazing display of commitment and fortitude.
Glad to be done with today.