Today we started climbing the section that makes most people sigh in apprehension. We're now 1100ft above sea level and going to rise above a few more peaks before hitting the coast. We thought we might be spared this leg of the journey by some miracle where a pickup truck was available for us at Garberville. Not so.
Resigned, we went on our way slowly but surely. At times this afternoon both Misty and I stopped to feel the tires and make sure they were not flat since we felt like we were pedaling hard and going nowhere. The landscape also deceives us into thinking that the road is flat when in fact it is gaining altitude. All I have to do now is work on convincing myself that this part is fun, and that it's a great experience which will lead to entertaining stories and great fitness. These hills will also be perfect for helping us cycle up and away from tsunamis. I am running out of positive justifications for this self-inflicted discomfort. :)
