Today was not a day that was worth riding, for myself and a few others, at least. The projected winds were gusting to as high as 50 mph and the National Weather Service issued a warning to that effect. I walked out of our hotel to check the winds for myself and was nearly knocked over as I rounded a corner.
So I decided, using the same logic as in Texas, that there was no value to me in riding today. (I rode “every inch” in 2004 and again in 2019.) Then, when I brought my bags to the lobby, I learned that staff was postponing the start for 3 hours to a point when the winds/gusts would still be very strong, but beginning to lessen. Still in possession of my room key, I went back upstairs and binged some Netflix.
The quality of some of the photos below may be diminished because I was shooting through the van window, sometimes while it was moving.
After dinner a rain squall came by our hotel, with some distant thunder and lightning. I was over in time for the sun to shine again before sunset.
On our rest day I did my chores and replaced my rear tire. It had plenty of tread life left but several cuts in the tread. I didn’t get too serious about really cleaning the bike because rain is likely for the next day or two.