After the bike ride – Installment Nine
First thing Monday morning, Terri and I left the green of Colorado and drove into the brown of Wyoming. Sorry to anyone from Wyoming if that's not true, but that is exactly what I recollect. It seemed to take forever to cross Wyoming and it was HOT! How did we know it was hot? Terri's car air conditioner which had been repaired before we left California, quit working in Wyoming. Once again, Terri assumed the role of MacGyver as she pulled over along side the road, lifted the hood and tinkered a bit. After returning to the driver's seat, she informed that we'd better roll down the windows because we now had no air conditioning. The tedium of the ride was broken now and then by the sound of her mobile phone making a noise every time it came back into service when we were in range of a cell tower. It's funny the things one remembers, really important ones like that.
The one thing I do remember about the trip is that we crossed the Continental Divide. The Continental Divide, also called the Great Divide, is a natural boundary line separating waters that flow into the Atlantic Ocean or Gulf of Mexico from those that flow into the Pacific Ocean. It runs north-south from Alaska to northwestern South America. In the conterminous United States, it follows the crest of the Rocky Mountains.
First thing Monday morning, Terri and I left the green of Colorado and drove into the brown of Wyoming. Sorry to anyone from Wyoming if that's not true, but that is exactly what I recollect. It seemed to take forever to cross Wyoming and it was HOT! How did we know it was hot? Terri's car air conditioner which had been repaired before we left California, quit working in Wyoming. Once again, Terri assumed the role of MacGyver as she pulled over along side the road, lifted the hood and tinkered a bit. After returning to the driver's seat, she informed that we'd better roll down the windows because we now had no air conditioning. The tedium of the ride was broken now and then by the sound of her mobile phone making a noise every time it came back into service when we were in range of a cell tower. It's funny the things one remembers, really important ones like that.
The one thing I do remember about the trip is that we crossed the Continental Divide. The Continental Divide, also called the Great Divide, is a natural boundary line separating waters that flow into the Atlantic Ocean or Gulf of Mexico from those that flow into the Pacific Ocean. It runs north-south from Alaska to northwestern South America. In the conterminous United States, it follows the crest of the Rocky Mountains.
There really was not much to see when we got to the Divide, just dirt and rocks and it was too hot and dry to stay there long. We drove across Wyoming, into Utah, across Nevada and spent the night at the cabin at Lake Tahoe which was a welcom sight after all that dessert.
The driveway into our cabin at Lake Tahoe.
Two views from the cabin when we arrived.
Terri spent the night then left in the morning. I stayed with my daughter Heather and her two children for a couple of days then rode back to Hughson with her.
This is the end of the bike ride journal as far as activity. Tomorrow I will begin to write what I think the whole journey was about and what I learned. For those of you who have been following along, I would appreciate it if you would jump in and add your views of what you see as the lessons learned or maybe even the lesson I should have learned, over the eighteen months. Just comment in the comment box. I'd love to hear what you think.
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