I slept in this morning and didn't leave Fallon until 11am. It was only 60 miles to Carson city at the feet of the Sierra Nevada so I was happy to have the extra rest. Also, with the other group leaving early i would have an empty road ahead. My confidence in the bike had been badly shaken after seeing the ease with which the other cyclists passed me and streched away almost effortlessly. There was nothing competitive yesterday, it was simply the shock of witnessing just how much quicker the road bikes were than my mountain bike and with that the realisation of how much extra energy I had to expend in order to go the same distance. I was shook. I looked at my bike differently this morning.
On the road I felt fatigued and slow. The road wasn't particularly hard at any stage. I wasn't really interested in the surrounding countryside. I just felt tired and wanted to get to Carson. I passed through Silver Springs, Stagecoach and Dayton. All small towns. Just beyond stagecoach high mountains revealed themselves in the distance. I prayed I wouldn't have to climb them today. It was actually my first view of the Sierra Nevada.
After a slow slog through the day the sun had begun its descent, sliding down towards the peaks of the Sierra Nevada. I crossed over a ridge and spread out below me was a green plain and on its edge, just under the mountains lay Carson. I free wheeled most of the way to town. What should have taken me five and a half to six hours had taken over eight. I was a bit drained. Tonight, along with my usual food I wolfed down half a cooked chicken for an extra dose of protein. I was really tired and, deep down, I just wanted to be in California.
On the road I felt fatigued and slow. The road wasn't particularly hard at any stage. I wasn't really interested in the surrounding countryside. I just felt tired and wanted to get to Carson. I passed through Silver Springs, Stagecoach and Dayton. All small towns. Just beyond stagecoach high mountains revealed themselves in the distance. I prayed I wouldn't have to climb them today. It was actually my first view of the Sierra Nevada.
After a slow slog through the day the sun had begun its descent, sliding down towards the peaks of the Sierra Nevada. I crossed over a ridge and spread out below me was a green plain and on its edge, just under the mountains lay Carson. I free wheeled most of the way to town. What should have taken me five and a half to six hours had taken over eight. I was a bit drained. Tonight, along with my usual food I wolfed down half a cooked chicken for an extra dose of protein. I was really tired and, deep down, I just wanted to be in California.
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