Ready, the 10-ton bike waits for its chauffeur to drive it to Jackrabbit Lake, on the other side of the Orestimba Wilderness.
Date: August 29, 2007, 12h15
3/4 mile down the road, I stop at the old Orestimba Corral for a Clif-bar-and-water break at the semi-shady picnic tables.
I'm surprised how sweaty I am because I haven't done any uphill riding for a while now. The temperature has definitely risen, or perhaps it's typically hotter down in this valley than up above.