Too much of a good thing? No. But a lot of miLes fOr Our butts.

Day63. There can be too much of a good thing. (Not really, we are just complaining for fun.) 64 miles on the road today and my butt fell off and we left it in the ditch at about mile 58. We all prefer to be on the trail but with all the rain, it wasn’t an option. We left Jon of the hook with his promised performance last night as Tara and I had planned a rendition of “Bicycle Race-I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike” by Queen. We were going to sing and ride around the indoor pavilion but we started late and because it was dark, I had a strap dangling off my bike that wrapped into my axle and rear brake. Failed performance, which was great because I can’t sing. Tara, like a true performer, carried on. …while the audience came to my rescue and extracted the strap. Tara then also quit the performance. Before bed, Lois gives us the update on how many million hours we will be in our tent before sunrise. Generally it is 11-12 hours until daylight. Sounds torturous until we lie down and can’t get up. We had read about seeing javelinas in this location and that they smell like a skunk. In the night, the pavilion smelled like skunk. I think the javelinas were about and we smelled the same odor a couple times today in the ride. We stopped at the trading post before heading out and had a couple breakfast items. The early part of the day seemed like the opposite of our previous days. Generally it has been clear in the morning and clouding up and raining in the afternoon. Today it was cloudy in the morning with big breaks of blue sky. We all wore our tights until late afternoon. We stopped at a gas station in Cliff, the only thing in Cliff besides a few houses for lunch. They had a nice picnic table in the shade where we could observe the tall cowboys because of their boots. That also had real spurs. The morning was comfortable, we climbed out of Glenwood and looked at all the rivers, some with water and some without. Muddy brown from all the rains. The afternoon was a long, long grind. We smelled the javelinas but only saw a dead one on the road. The last approximately 25 miles was all up hill into Silver City. Did I say it was a long grind? We went over a continental divide crossing and barely had the energy for a celebration dance. The last 2 miles were downhill going into Silver City. We stopped at Dairy Queen and then mustered up enough energy to go into the grocery store before heading to our fancy motel 6 for the night.