I arrived in Pueblo, the city that marks the end of a 1583 mile ACA bike route and also the end of the first major section of my journey.
Starting in California, San Francisco, during an unseasonably hot period, where temperatures reached 36C at one point, over the Sierra Mountains, the Nevada Desert!, steep 6-14% grades of Utah, and of course the Rocky Mountains, which included the great divide and Monarch Pass which pushed me to 11,322 ft.
Riding the final descent, away from the mountains and towards Pueblo and the Plains wasn't the euphoric event I had been expecting and looking forward to!
The scenery I had just experienced was unbelievable. Every single day served up new levels of awe and amazement. (I think I'm starting to sound like George Bush. Arrggggg. Or should I have said shock and awe???)
I'm genuinely going to miss the region.
When I started off, if someone had offered me a flat and unchallenging road to get across country instead of many mountains to climbs I would have snapped their hands off. Now the prospect of the featureless Plains is giving me a new and unexpected fear. The fear of boredom that could make the next xxx miles a real mental struggle. The winds are also meant to be consistent and a real pain.
I was just starting to know what to expect from the desolate, hot, cold, windy, steep, flat, green, arid, friendly, hostile mountains. Heading into the plains will be very different, I don't know what to expect!!! ;)
It's the fear of the unknown.
First though I'm relaxing in Pueblo for a day or 2 so I may not update unless something inspires me.