The long forgotten dream
We were teenagers, we were broke, and we had big dreams
Cycle touring & endurance adventures
Notes from the saddle and from the trail that leads to it.
We were teenagers, we were broke, and we had big dreams
Woke up and immediately it was obvious I couldn't continue the adventure. Crepitus in the tendon forced me to discontinue.
Forests gives some relief from the still roaming winds. A worrying pain in my calf
Wind is eating me. Open fields and constant headwind with brutal gusts made the legs sour.