Training

It's been interesting training in upstate. My dad and I have been researching and buying our camping equipment, getting our bikes setup. Getting all trained. We've been riding at least thirty miles after work, days off, we try and go sixty+. Since we only have a month left to train, we've been upping our mileage as much as possible. Labor day will be here in no time. So far, we have:

2 Salsa Fargo II

Big Agnes Copper Spur UL1 Tent

Big Agnes Copper Spur UL2 Tent

2 Big Agnes Roxy Ann Sleeping Bags
1 Big Agnes Lost Ranger Sleeping Bag 

3 Comfort Light Mats

MSR WindBurner Stove

GravityWorks 4.0L Water Filtration System

Giro Riela Mountain Cycling Shoes

2 Pearl Izumi Bike Shorts 

3L Camelback Water Reservoir

Giro Verona Helmet & Gloves

Ka-Bar Becker Crewman Knife

Garmin Edge 810 GPS

Adventure Cycling Great Divide Map Set 

Arkel Panniers

Old Man Mountain Rack

Revolt Design Bags

Salsa Anything Cages

On my rides alone, I find myself either cursing or laughing at the terrain. The other day as I yelled at the hill coming up, how much it sucked, I look over and there walking along his fence, a nice older man, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, his hand in a jerky wave. I looked at him, apologized and kept riding and for some reason I always encounter people as I'm swearing at the wind, instead of laughing nonsensically because I finally get to ride downhill. All the past uphills just go away and you have the air pulling the water from your eyes and you wonder how steep the hill has to be before you aren't able to pedal anymore. 

That little dot on my leg is a ladybug. My main support team. He stayed there for twenty miles.