What Pedals in(to) Vegas…

Leaves Las Vegas. But first… The Mojave Preserve was a fantastic ride. When you enter the park you are greeted by 8 uninterrupted miles of uphill (ugh), followed by – get this – *12* miles of uninterrupted downhill. Both were gradual, but that seems to be the norm in the area, nothing too extreme, but long, long runs up and down. In the center of the preserve was a new museum that’s a renovated train station. Our campsite for the night was in the middle of one of the highest concentrations of Joshua Trees in the world. Early morning in the desert was an inspiring ride of more long up and down hills.

Las Vegas was supposed to be a day or two of rest and recovery, but it turned into doing a lot of chores, mostly getting the bikes in shape and doing some work on the computers. The guys at McGhie’s were fantastic in helping us out by not only putting us ahead of the roomful of bikes that were scheduled to be repaired, but they gave us a discount on all the hardware and master mechanic Fernando tuned all the bikes up so they sing like a symphony. Well, we’ll find out today. Many thanks also to Mike Reardon for being our mail drop. Darryl can't eat cookies with wheat, so he’s putting a shout out for dried fruits and chafing gel (but not both at the same time - yuch!).

It was a lot of fun leaving little army guys sprinkled around the city. I think it mostly confused people more than motivated them to work for peace when they saw one playing a slot machine, but one step at a time, I guess.

Tomorrow we’ll be in Zion National Park. Whoo-hoo!!