Friday, August 17th.
The BF: I'm taking you to Geyserville where we'll continue onward to do the Geysers.
Me: I'm going to do some guys. Oh Goody.
The BF: Uh, not exactly.
You got that right, Mister. Not a man in sight for me to enjoy. Instead, like last year's trip, 47 miles of mostly climbing. Hmm, you call this a vacation?
Whew, hard work. And you know what. I wasn't aware until this bridge that I was in the wrong gear --- I was in the big ring. No wonder my legs felt tired and my heart hurt. I thought it was my weenie blood pressure issues. The BF promised to buy me something for my incredible effort. I plan to send him a list of my demands but I should have demanded his credit card on the spot ....
The BF beginning a descent.
Jim Town store for the melted brie and ham sandwich. I don't even like ham. I'm mostly a vegetarian but damn if it didn't make me happy! An oasis even if there were no men.... boy that sandwich hit the spot after a grueling ride.