Decided to rewrite the day four post, inspired by a friend's e-mail describing his ride up Larch Mountain the same day. So, here goes.
Headed out from Tiny's at 8:30. I wanted to do one
lap of Tabor on the way out in preparation for Wednesday's race but we didn't. We rode east until Hurlburt and then traced the Portland Century
route, which is pretty hilly. To Shipley and Marmot and the
magic fountain stop, where we didn't stop. Over the bridge, up the
hill. Barlow Trail by the river which felt hard the last couple of
times but easy Sunday. Lunch at Zig Zag. Probably too much lunch
because I had a stomach ache for the next few miles. Nick said it'd be
10 or 15 or 20 or 25 miles up, he didn't know. It turned out to be
about 10 miles up to the top of Lolo Pass. A jerk got out of his car
near a viewpoint to mock our panting and laugh at us.
The part that was supposed to be easy felt hard. Something gnawed at my stomach and inside my chammy, making the miles hurt a little more than usual. A stop at Shorty's gas station yielded circus peanuts, cherry sours, cow tails and things started looking up.