I woke this morning with my left knee in pain. I pushed myself hard the day before. I dressed, got myself out of the tent and as I stood up pain shot through my knee. "Crap" I though, this just can't be happening. I came on tour to ride to prove to myself that I'm back, that I beat cancer and I'm my old (new) self again. Well, so much for that idea, a failure after only one day. OK, maybe it's not as bad as you think, maybe once you get warmed up the knee will be fine.
We buttoned up camp and headed out. The terrain was fairly flat, so I did a lot of spinning to get warmed up. The landscape was green and lush, lots of cattle grazing, with snow capped mountains to gaze upon.
It wasn't long before we started climbing towards Crater Lake. The pain was getting worse. I had to get off and walk some of the stepper hills. Walking hurt and I couldn't bend my knee. "Holy-Moly" this is not good. I got back on ole' blue and tried again.
I'm getting a lesson in SAG operations. Ruthie's got her clip board, checking everyone off so we don't leave any one unaccounted for. My job, as we pass riders, is to check for thumbs up or thumbs down. Up is good, down need help. Best of all I get to cheer everyone on. Ya, Good job, you can do it!
Mount Mazama once looked like before it blow it's top and became Crater Lake.
Here they come....Hot, tired and bitten. Where's the bug spray?
Bruce and Glenn
Leslie on her first tour .... Looking Good!
Ann on her low rider
Linda chugging down ice cold Gatorade.
Shirley looking strong!
Rafael and Steve the red team eating red licorice.
Mt Thielsen and it's all down hill to Diamond Lake ....... and camp at Broken Arrow Campground
The palace is up, laundry done and a hot shower taken. We're off to have pizza for dinner!
Hanging out around the campfire....where's the marshmallows? My knee's still on ice and I think I've emptied a bottle of ibuprofen. But, what a great day this has been .... Life is Good!