{"id":1349,"date":"2012-09-07T08:00:30","date_gmt":"2012-09-07T12:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.greatdivideride.com\/?p=1349"},"modified":"2024-07-30T11:56:18","modified_gmt":"2024-07-30T17:56:18","slug":"day-71-solo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.greatdivideride.com\/unicycle\/2012\/09\/07\/day-71-solo\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 71 – Solo"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Day 71 – Solo<\/h2><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

September 2, 2012

Start: Apache Creek
End: About a mile shy of the others

Today\u2019s miles: 47.9
Total miles: 2101.4

Splats: 0
Divide crossings: 0
Wildlife: 7 turkeys and 3 coyotes and a bear<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Canada –> Mexico!<\/span><\/div>
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76%<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>
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Today\u2019s riding was some of the most demanding of the trip. A few times, I wondered if I\u2019d been transported back to Canada. I impressed myself with the improvement in my technical ability compared to the start of the trip. There were quite a few times today when I held my breath, managing to remain upright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We aimed to do about 50 miles today. We knew it\u2019d be a difficult day, and seeing how slowly I was moving through the morning, I concluded there was little chance I\u2019d make it to the planned destination. Josh suffered multiple flats so he and Jenny were also making slow headway. We decided to cut 10 miles off the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the afternoon wore on, I wondered if continuing to the original destination might be doable. Part of my motivation was the realization that I was looking at almost a 70-mile day tomorrow. When I arrived at the camp 10 miles short of the original goal, I found a note that said there was no water at the creek, so Josh and Jenny were moving on. I hopped back on the muni.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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There would be about 5 miles of mostly downhill and 5 miles of paved uphill to the area where I expected to find the others. On the way down, something caught my eye at the bottom of the slope I was riding on. It was a bear. I stopped to pull out my camera, and it started running in my direction. I didn\u2019t think it knew I was there, so I started yelling at it. It looked at me, unintimidated by my yelling. It ran around a bit before continuing up the slope towards the road. It looked at me periodically (usually when I made noise to try to scare it back down) but didn\u2019t seem at all fearful of me and possibly interested in coming to say hi. As it got up to the road and my level, I held up the uni in the air to make myself look bigger. The bear didn\u2019t care and just went about its business. I walked till I rounded a bend and was out of sight before riding on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The shorter days are hard to get used to. When I started, the sun wasn\u2019t setting until after 10:00. In Montana, I often rode until 9:00 or later. Now, it\u2019s dark before 8:00. As I rode up the last climb toward the lake where I expected to find the others, I began running out of daylight. Another half hour was all I needed. I was only about a mile or two from the top and our initially planned destination when I came across a nice camping opportunity. I decided to take it. It was either camp here with enough light to set up the tent, get the bear line hung and start cooking, or ride to the probably full campground and search for the others just after sunset. I suspect it would have been hard to find them because they\u2019d probably have to find a stealth site near the campground.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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