My daughter and son-in-law put up with me for a week and were so gracious. I ate like a king and what great kids. Lots of laughs and a well needed rest from the bike. Although, it was odd. I had no ill effects at all from riding except a little buzzy head for a day after I stopped. I found I had more stamina and endurance than I ever gave myself credit for. But I had to make it back! I'd only gone half way.
After visiting for one week, I knew I had to be back a week from Monday and it was Saturday. I didn't want to miss Mt Rushmore, so I headed out early Saturday morning as was my habit. I'd get up each day at 5:45 and do 300 crunches and 30 pushups to get my blood pumping. And then off for a good distance before lunch.
I didn't want to do the desert again, so I headed north on Rt 5 in California. Do you know how big and long that state is? I was going only a little over half way up the state to Sacramento! Whew! Five to six hours later, I turned east on Rt 80 to Reno, Nevada. (What a sad city. People grasping at hope at slot machines. Casinos on one side of the street and pawn shops on the other.)
I stayed the night and left early the next morning with no regrets. I was trying to make Salt Lake City, or more specifically, Park City, Utah by nightfall.
