I was a miserable git this morning, wasn’t I?
Five hours later, and the world looks very different. I’m making the best average speed of the trip down Highway 54, with (whisper it) a bit of a tailwind. The sun is out, it’s not too hot, and all’s well in the world.
My clothes were dry by eleven. Then more rain swept in. I went and lay in the tent, coming reluctantly to accept that I’d have to stay another day at the campsite. I got out of the tent to pay, and a sliver of sunlight broke through the clouds. There were no more black clouds heading in. I packed up my kit and legged it.
As soon as I hit the 54, I felt the wind at my back. My legs were pumping around, easily turning the big gears on the flat, and climbing a couple of gears higher than usual. The bags were helping, acting as sails and pushing me up the road, rather than backwards, for a change. The best half-day of riding of the trip so far.
If Kansas is like this all the way through, I’ll be emotionally, as well as physically, drained by the time I get to Colorado…
I can understand why travel and journeys are so often used (and abused) as a metaphor for life. Today has shifted from frustration to elation in a matter of hours. The highs and lows come quicker on the road, and you can’t really appreciate the one without the other. Which I suppose means that I should be grateful for the frustration. I’m not.
Roll on tomorrow…
Chin up etc but you know that..
Keep blogs coming or we’d have nothing to talk about at The Windmill!
Thanks, mate. Feeling much better now 😉
Guess I missed filing an update for the Windy crowd this week – will try to do better…
Thought you were getting travel fatigue for a while there….glad it was just a temporary blip! But did get me thinking whether you want to have some relaxed time soon?
Yep; same thought had occurred. Thing is, finding somewhere interesting enough for a few days. Will def be more tourism stuff to do in the Rockies and the desert after. Think I just have to push through the flats…