Day 62, Is that salty air I smell?

A vertical mile of climbing today, over 30ish miles up Carson Pass in the Sierra Nevadas that varied from fairy benign to horrifically steep. While the views from the mountains were scenic, suffice to say that we are decidedly over climbing mountains, and do not find it necessary to climb any more anytime soon.



This one's for you, Scotto:

Our reward for our 30-mile uphill effort was 50 miles of descending 7,000 vertical feet, which unluckily for us at first did not always mean downhill. Some cruel road engineer decided that it would be fun to have several miles of downhills intermittently punctuated by terrible, demoralizing uphills. However, the last 20 miles of our 76 mile day were indeed all downhill and a very, very appreciated rest on our legs.

We are so close to sea level! A mere 1,200 feet above, we are the lowest we've been in a long, long, long time. We are so excited to only have two more days of biking, and cannot wait to see our huge welcome crew next to the PACIFIC OCEAN. We've started making wave noises to each other. It's quite soothing although our imitations will not sound so sweet as the real deal. Pssshhhhhhh. Psssshhhhhhhh. Ahhhhh we can hear it already!