Anywho, had a pleasant 44 mile ride on my own in the morning, which since Palm Springs sits on a downsloping valley, and I headed north, ie up, was another 20mile long slow uphill. To try and extrapolate, it’s more of a false flat than a true uphill, it seems flat but for some reason there’s just no speed, and then you look behind you and realize you’ve climbed a few hundred feet, the downhill run home however was glorious, another twisting descent through palm tree lined streets.
Then Jiles jumped on a bike and we headed down the west shore of the Salton Sea and then over the hilly high route back to Borrego Springs and the base of the Glass Elevator. Here we parted so Dave could meet up with June who was making the drive over to pick us up, while the bike and I danced our way up as night fell with the odd bighorn sheep here and there on the side cheering, or perhaps threatening us on. Jiles and June caught up by the summit, added some clothes and then we practiced a nice night time downhill run, a task more taxing for the crew who have to attempt to stay 12-15 feet behind me without running me over, and without getting dropped on the switchbacks sending me ahead without the headlights. We screamed down and then called it a good day, about 145 miles on the ticker.
Lessons for future: bighorn sheep have a mischievous and menacing look in their eye, don’t let them fool you otherwise. It is not wise to think you see something run across the road while on a big down and hit the brakes, especially at night...the stopping distance of a Honda Element at 45mph is less than 15 feet.