We had been warned the night before of a mountain pass to start our day, and indeed, a few miles in, we started to climb. We went up and up, gradually in places and steeply in others. Soon before entering the Ochoco National Forest, the pine forest around us turned into a charred mess.
Even though the downhill from the pass persisted, so did the headwind, and progress was moderate. Coming out of the forest, we had entered ranch lands with a high desert landscape: juniper, sagebrush, and a clear view for miles. We passed through Prineville, battling traffic along with the wind, and shortly after, turned off the main road onto some small farm roads. Anything to get off the heavily trafficked main road! By this point, we were pretty tired. 60 miles down, 20 to go. Why was the wind still blowing in our faces?
20 long miles later, we turned into some suburban roads. The sun was going down; a few more minutes and we would have had to turn on our headlamps. But we arrived safely, and Rosemary, the warmshowers host we had contacted, greeted us warmly.
Errands. Tam got a new shirt, replacing her very holey green one, and we both replaced our clipless pedals with platform pedals and Power Grips (fancy name for straps that go over the top of the shoe).
The old shirt
Great to see the small, outdoorsy city of Bend and to re-orient ourselves with the world after the remote past few days.
Bend. Photo credit: entrepreneur.com