Day 45 Tuesday, August 23 Spanish Fork to Delta, UT 88 miles
240 ounces of liquid today! That was the story today. That is going to be the story for the next few days. Today was a good dress rehearsal for what I should expect for the next few days. I had planned a long ride into Delta today in order to get as close to last place where I would have services before embarking on another 90 mile stretch tomorrow. The only difference I can see between today and tomorrow is that today I had the luxury of picking up water and drinks at four different spots along the route. Tomorrow I will need to have all of that with me as I shove off in the morning. Other cyclists have said that 8 liters of water might be sufficient, but barely for this distance. Actually, there is one other difference. Today the high was 96 degrees. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be 104 degrees! Talk about good timing!
As I mentioned my blog posts may be inconsistent or even non-existent during in order to fully concentrate on the both the safety and the spiritual opportunities of this stretch. I am already feeling it tonight. I have let four of my “peeps” back home know that I will be letting them know I have arrived safely each day in the event I don’t blog until I come out the other side of this.
I don’t want to lose, however, that the day brought a great deal of reflection on the quality of small town living. Over the course of this trip I have, on many occasions, seen folks come into the store or restaurant and just say, “Sally, put that on my tab, will ya?” Today I met two women at a convenience store and we shared a bit about my pilgrimage, about Portland and Seattle, and the towns I would be going through in the next couple of days. I loved the one comment by Renee when she spoke fondly of her town of 900 explaining it this way, “Goshen is just Goshen.” Anyway, there is a much longer blog about what I have experienced cycling through dozens of small towns. But, tonight the focus is on sleep and trying to get to Nevada before the mercury crosses the 100 degree mark.
By the way, Italian cyclist, Sandro, pulled into the motel in Delta just minutes after me. His comment, “Too hot. Way too hot!” I anticipate that we will be within miles of each other now until we reach Carson City. I’d like to think that he is comforted by that fact. The truth is, however, he is the one with the support car and he is a lot more help to me potentially than I am to him.