Day 9 - Sheridan, Wyoming to Moorcroft, Wyoming
4000' (advertised as 3000')
next day was another hard one. It was advertised as only 3000',
but it turned out to have an extra 1000 feet, not so bad on it's
own, but I really needed an easy day after the preceeding week.
Robert and I started out the morning together. He had taken a
sag over Big Horn, and was still worried about his achilles. He
was starting to think about quitting the trip, but we all encouraged
him to tough it out. At some point while descending, we were joined
by Fred and Ed Pavelka (the other rider from Bicycling).
The two had gotten quite a reputation as hammers, riding together
each day, and usually reaching the hotel first. If I were
covering the ride for a magazine, I would try to ride with all
the participants and get their perspective, but I don't work for
a magazine, do I! Fred did a good job of talking to a lot of the
riders in the evening though.
At some point in the afternoon, my Camelbak sprung a leak, and
I began the fruitless search for a new camelbak bladder in the
wilds of Wyoming. Other than that, the day was pretty uneventful.
The saddle sore I had been nursing along for a week was really
starting to flare up and become seriously painful. I started to
get cranky and I really wanted to ride alone. But the chivalrous
men I was with insisted on staying with me. We later came to an
understanding that when I say "go on", they would. I
knew I was bringing them down, and I really, really didn't want
to. It was kind of hard to get them to understand, but eventually