Roads

So, our hopes of high mileage on Saturday were dashed by the winds and by the roads.  The road had a wide shoulder protected by rumble bars, the kind that are ground out of the asphalt.  The problem was that the road was smooth and the shoulder had huge gaps and cracks, many larger than 6 inches.  That meant that most of the time we would ride on the road, trying only to jump over to the shoulder when several semi trucks would pass us.

That would do me in.

We were 7 miles from our campsite when we heard a strange noise from our rear tire.

"Something is stuck in our spokes," Cedar called out.

(Remember the wind.  I couldn't hear Cedar unless he yelled.)

We stopped and saw that we had a huge bulge in our tire.  It had split along the side.  We are guessing it was passing over the rumble gouges that cut the tire.  

We made it to the campsite as the sun was setting.  Another lesson in joyfulness in adversity.