Day 4 Preston IDAHO to Montpelier IDAHO
This was a day of optical illusions and rollercoasters. As to the former, for long parts of the ride it seemed we were riding flat or even downhill terrain, but couldn't go faster than walking pace at all, crawling along a 6km p/h!
Confused, Luke questioned the tyre pressure, then put us being unfit at fault, before pretty much blaming Ada. Soon enough we worked it out, if we looked at the road to our side as we passed, we could see we were actually going uphill, contrary to whatever the cars on the horizon/sloping hills/tree line suggested.At least it meant there was nothing wrong with us or the tyres. So we battled the hills, which become blatantly obvious 6% grade ones, for 25kms!! By the end we were having breaks in 800m, then 500m, even 300m intervals, seemingly getting nowhere.
Confused, Luke questioned the tyre pressure, then put us being unfit at fault, before pretty much blaming Ada. Soon enough we worked it out, if we looked at the road to our side as we passed, we could see we were actually going uphill, contrary to whatever the cars on the horizon/sloping hills/tree line suggested.At least it meant there was nothing wrong with us or the tyres. So we battled the hills, which become blatantly obvious 6% grade ones, for 25kms!! By the end we were having breaks in 800m, then 500m, even 300m intervals, seemingly getting nowhere.
But every uphill has its downhill. And this one was magical. The pine and maple trees of the Cache National Forest got bigger and denser, light rain fell, and we sped down and down, flying along, huge smiles on our faces, screaming and carrying on (this time in a good way). We'd done it. The troubles of the ascent long forgotten. We cruised to our destination past wide open fields of barnyards and ranches.
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