{"id":1272,"date":"2012-08-27T08:00:29","date_gmt":"2012-08-27T12:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.greatdivideride.com\/?p=1272"},"modified":"2024-07-29T20:37:28","modified_gmt":"2024-07-30T02:37:28","slug":"day-61-singing-in-the-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.greatdivideride.com\/unicycle\/2012\/08\/27\/day-61-singing-in-the-rain\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 61 – Singing In The Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
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Day 61 – Singing In The Rain<\/h2><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

August 23, 2012

Start: hidden spot
End: San Isabel National Forest

Today\u2019s miles: 47.2
Total miles: 1795.9

Splats: 0
Divide crossings: 0; 16 total
Wildlife: coyote, elk<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Canada –> Mexico!<\/span><\/div>
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50%<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>
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I probably made more noise today than I have on this entire trip. First, it was grunts and shrieks of pain, then talking to myself, then \u2018singing,\u2019 and then back to grunting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had to tell my knee, \u201cThis is happening,\u201d several times today (more like every pedal stroke). When I get into town tomorrow, I\u2019ll have to construct a makeshift foam roller to work out the kinks in my legs. I think I\u2019ll be fine after that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took a lunch break in the tiny town of Hartsel as the clouds began to build. I filled up my water from the faucet, but the sulfur smell was so incredibly strong that I went over to the mercantile next door to buy poweraid and water for the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Right after leaving, I entered a construction zone with one lane closed. I was worried they\u2019d make me ride in a pilot car, but fortunately, they let me pass through on the condition that I would not get run over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once again, it rained on and off all afternoon, and headwinds slowed my progress. The going became quite challenging when my tire became about twice its normal size with caked mud. I slipped and slid down the road. A man in a truck stopped to ask if I was familiar with the road; he was worried about what he was getting himself into. I said something along the lines of, \u201cAt least you have four wheels.\u201d It was slick enough in spots to spin the wheel in the mud. Somehow, I managed not to fall. Things got a lot worse than what you see in this picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The heavier rain subsided to on-and-off showers late in the afternoon, and I started to talk to and compliment myself to pick up my spirits. I also tried to come up with a unicycle song. It went something like this: \u2018I am a Unicyclist. I ride on one wheel\u2026.\u2019 I\u2019ll spare you the rest. I don\u2019t know if it was the compliments, drying out, or both, but my mood improved, and the knee hurt less for at least a while. While some may argue this happened when I first decided to ride this route on a uni, I fear I may have finally lost it today.<\/p>\n<\/div>

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After entering San Isabel National Forest, I began to look for a place to camp that\u2019d be \u2018safe\u2019 should a late thunderstorm come through. I saw what looked to be a beautiful spot in the aspens and was excited to see a herd of elk! These are the first wild elk I\u2019ve seen on the trip. In addition to the elk, there are lots of cattle that have been annoying me. They curiously approach, then I shoo them away, and then they return in larger numbers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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