Day 3

Today we started racing. The first day of a stage race is always a little bit of a shock to the system. But when the supposedly neutral roll-out turns into a full gas, single file suffer-fest your legs really don't want to get moving. Needless to say we're a little bit tired now.

The afternoon showed me a quieter side of bro camp. The wind died down, the clouds opened up, and we were treated to a beautiful few hours. The bikes were prepped for tomorrow, the bodies were refueled and the minds were rested.

Our house is located in a very rural area: every day, on the way out of the narrow dirt road with low hanging trees (it turns into a bit of a wack-a-thon with the bikes on the roof) we pick ripe cherries to snack on. A bit farther along alpacas roam near the road. Rob figured that we could eat the cherries, but it would be a little sketch to go for the alpacas. Luckily, he found some alpaca meat for dinner at the grocery store (he claimed it  hasa higher protein content than steak; I think he really just wanted to satisfy his hunter-gatherer instinct).

Photo from the race. Credit to Steve Ellsworth.