Thomas, Mirko and I had an awesome breakfast at
Holland Lake Lodge. The best I’ve got during the more than three weeks. And in
addition we all got a lunch package to go. Like the other days before, the sun
was shining from a clear blue sky at this morning. With Richmond Peak
one further more familiar climb was scheduled for today. Today’s plan was
getting to Lincoln.
After I took some pictures I started the climb up to Richmond Peak. In the past years this pass
usually was still snow covered. But other riders reported that the pass is
completely snow free now. As I climbed half of the pass I had to eat one of my
sandwiches from the lunch package.
With every feet I got higher the view became more and
more breathtaking. Almost at the top the road turned into a narrow single
track. Remaining snow filled the edges of the trail. The trail was one of the
more sophisticated kinds and claimed for more concentration like usual.
The flat top led slowly to a narrow alley of small fir
trees into a downhill. The sharp pins of the trees pricked all over my arms and
legs. Despite of that it was something different and more exciting like the
usual more “boring” downhill’s from the other passes before. The single trail
hit a forest road and as I reached the bottom and the
next small climb after a fast downhill the outside temperature was in the nineties. I got my daily
bonk for an ice cold coke. Seeley
Lake was just 1.5 miles
off road and I took the turn down toward the refreshment. In a supermarket I
drank two extra large cans (about half a gallon) of ice cold coke. What a treat!
With a lake of coke in my stomach I started toward Ovando. One or two hours
later I heard thunder roaring in the far. In the meantime the sky was
covered with clouds and from time to time it started to rain, but just a few
drops. As I approached Ovando I saw several big thunderstorms around the little
town. The ground was covered with small hail balls. It was 5 PM and in face of
the thunderstorms around I didn’t felt like going on this day. In the one and
only grocery store I ask for a room in the nearby motel. Unfortunately there was no room left
anymore, but I could go for a camp a few feet down the street on a small
meadow. I didn’t know, maybe my face was as shocked as I heard the word
“camping” that the lady came back a few minutes later and told me she got a
whole house for me. The owner would be in just for the weekends. Wow, a whole
house for a dirty and stinky biker like me? She charged me 50 bucks for the
house, unbelievable! Another guy brought me to the unlocked!! house and I made
myself a home. I took a bath, washed and dried out all my dirty and stinky bike
clothes.
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