When I first woke up I heard something quite loud. It took me a minute to realize it was pouring rain. In a very few minutes, it stopped. We weren't ready to get up for another hour or two, and there was no more rain. I kbow I keep talking about how different the warm rain is. The thing is, this was not warm. Last night would have been right at home in the San Francisco area. 50s overnight with an expected high today of no more than 70. So I was very glad that the rain was through when we backtracked a bit to get breakfast.
After we got back, we found ourselves donning layers we haven't used since western Montana: full fingered gloves, arm & leg warmers, wool socks. And just as we were ready to set out, it rained a bit more. We waited it out and ended up having a completely dry day. This temperature range is really just about ideal for touring, especially now that we are brushing up our climbing skills. Especially since this is the first time in the whole trip that we have done much climbing carrying all our stuff.
It's fun, really. I love having the variety. My legs actually seem less tired when they move differently. It's fun to push a little and remember what a high heart rate feels like. So far they are short climbs, but a few are steep enough that they require a lot of power just to keep the pace over 4mph - in other words, to minimize the chance of toppling over. Bruce's back bothered him some from the steeper climbs, so he is choosing to walk some.
So as often happens in climbing territory, we don't stay together all that much, which gives my mind lots of time to wander, and here's the question that has been nagging me the last couple of days: what brings all those weird song choices to my mind??? I am one who almost always has music of some sort running through my head. Most often it is classical since that's what I listen to most. Also, there are the more lively & (once upon a time) popular pieces I have on my running playlists.
So where did I come up with Rubber Ducky? Yeah, the one from Sesame Street. Or that Carly Simon song, You're So Vain? I mean, I never deliberately listened to that one. I just had to Google it to figure out who sang it. And today it was a couple of songs from Brigadoon, the musical we did my senior year in high school - and I didn't love it all that much in 1969.
If you know how to do it, please insert into my brain whatever it would take to get back to something that actually resides on my Nano!!!
I am happy to say that we had a great diversion this afternoon. If you ever plan to ride around here, be aure to ride Moose River Road. Beautiful! The river is an ideal scenic combination of rocky rapids, boulders, trees & steady water. The road is mostly wooded and very smooth (with a short exception, that does not happen to be within the four miles a sign warns of). It is one of the best roads we have seen all the way across, and we got to stay on it for 8 miles.
We are now in Old Forge in a motel right down by the lake shore. We rode back for dinner at a steak house. Bruce is sitting outside in the dusk calling all his family members who grew up camping here. Tomorrow, more lakes, then a lake-filled rest day.
Miles ridden: 65
Total miles so far: 3864
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