Trees are inspiring. Especially living trees that were around before Jesus Christ ever walked the earth. The bristlecone pine tree can live up to 5,000 years, and the closer it is to the tree-line, the more it thrives on its harsh conditions. There are many reasons for its survival: it sections off its trunk, meaning that even if most of the tree has died, the sectioned off parts can continue living. Its bark, instead of rotting like most trees, instead is enormously resistant and erodes slowly. The three of us hiked up to 10,000 feet early this morning (after mule deer joined us for breakfast) and saw these magnificent trees. 
So if those trees can survive that long and through so much, surely we can survive a little over a week in getting ourselves to San Francisco!
Molly showed some serious awesomeness today and totally saved an x-c biker named Dave, who found himself at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, Nevada, with a completely broken chain and no idea how to fix it. She swooped in, got her mechanic's hands all greasy and voila, he should be good to get to Cali now!
We had lots of fun pretending to be pros as we motor-paced behind the van today. Carrie was an excellent motor-pacer, especially since there was 35-mph headwinds. We couldn't wipe the permagrins off of our faces as we cruised behind at 20 mph when previously without the van, we had been going a ferocious 6 mph, downhill.
It's now time for some R&R as we head out to the middle of nowhere again. Our days in Nevada have the following rhythm: uphill, downhill, flat/headwind. Uphill, downhill, flat/headwind. Repeat after me: uphill, downhill, flat/headwind. Uphill, downhill, flat/headwind...
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