Yea 0400 I am still awake. A trucker has join the campsite for most of the night. Of course we kept separate of each other.
The win is no picking up and the temps have been dropping off. I manage to put on almost every piece of clothing.
Wool socks check
Two shirts and a sweater.
Long under wear
Pants
Face mask
Gloves
Poncho
My brain numb from lack of sleep. Come on one more hour at least should start to see some light and head out.
The waiting is the hardest since I know I can generate a ton of heat cycling.
Eyes as anchors casting into a sea of a distant nothing. Searching for the light house which burns from the sun.
Rob sent me a newsie article to lift my spirits. It was about cycling commuting. I read it glinting eyes, nodding in agreement.
I was cycling to my current location. On a side road next to the highway a truck was bearing down on me. I was riding left out in the lane as the shoulder was inconsistent and treacherous. There standing in the oncoming lane a German sheppard right in the middle -i point to it to no avail, the almost run right into it. Avoiding it as the slam on the brakes. From what I can remember there was no shoulder at this point of my trip. Of course they yell at me. To get off the road. I tell them to Fuck Off.
Typical jackass. Maybe they should get off the road if they can't share.
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