I couldn’t outrun them, my demons caught me. They slashed my tires, pushed me to the ground and held me down.
Now my demons ride with me.
Highlights: Chris’s christmas gifts, keepin on goin on, top hut
Lake Ohau to Omarama:
Today was rough.
Mental:
- I miss my people, it’s hard
- I miss the way things were
- I got lectured by a conservative kiwi for an hour last night
- I slept bad
Bicycal:
- My front tube lost air during a descent, I lost control and hit the ground
- I replaced the tube with a new tube
- The new tube had holes in it
- I replaced that with another new tube
Physical:
- My left hand made impact with the ground
- My palm is bruised
- My thumb is cut
- I’m okay
I headed the final 15 miles to town cutting the day short. I set up shop in a TV lounge room of a campground to nurse my wounds and patch my tubes. Soon, some kids came in and turned on funny animal videos.
My tubes repaired, my hand mending, the sun came out and I got ready to ride.
Omarama to Top Hut:
Head on, heart on, music on: black british music (2025) by Jim Legxacy (thanks Seamus)
Climb climb climb. Ride ride ride. Walk walk walk.
Bright sun. Wet feet. Top hut.
Slow going with the added weight of a heavier, but fuller heart.