I really don't know how I could enjoy myself more on a bicycle. This last stint of cycling has really just been so eptastic amazing... Its silly.
I'm kicking the pedals and tackling passes these days with
Cass Gilbert. Never before have I ridden with someone so experienced and like minded in the ways of knobby tired travel. We have gotten into some beautiful, ungringified out-thereness! The kind of bike touring that has you bug eyed, grinning from ear to ear and sleeping well at night from the effort.
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An unloaded day ride out of Huaraz. |
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The crew of traveling cyclist at Joe's Place in Huaraz. This was my send off photo. I left a day before Cass (back row in green) He caught up to me the next day farther South. |
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A cold persistent rain had us duck into these first class abandon digs for the night. |
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The next morning loomed bright a sunny! |
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A very friendly and optimistic woman in Ticllos told us there was a route through to Llaclla. It started out nice and easy. |
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but soon got a bit trickier |
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Eventually we wound our way down through the brush. |
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After Llaclla, we bumped into this obstacle. A bit swifter than we wanted to carry bikes through. |
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The next morning we were so nicely guided... |
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down this trail |
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To this bridge. |
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On the other side. We did a little of this... |
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and bit more this |
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...And rest. Yes, that's my left pedal strapped to the bike. I didn't need it for a while. |
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Our little lunch pal in Gregorio |
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We escaped that cauldron of fire and descended the road on the far canyon wall |
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Ol' buddy has seen a better day |
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Two Surlys in the village of Mangas |
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Why stay to the roads when you don't have too? |
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Power food for the monster climbs! |
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Abandon mine on the way to Oyon |
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Like I said... Just silly! |
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When darkness catches you on a long climb, sometimes its best to just see what morning brings. |
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Our last few day have left us grinning like this, most the time.
We are following roughly (except for our own single track long cuts) a route laid down by the Pikes. Who are just ahead of us, also swooping and grinding these gorgeous Peruvian highlands. |