The one area that I've never been to in the US and seem to have a bit of a fascination for is the plains area. The flat, bare, farmland. Here in Colorado, they have a bit of this, the mountains, as I said before, give way to the plains & you can look out across them and wonder what's over the hill. When I rode today, I got farther and farther from the mountains, always curious what might be on the other side of the cultivated hill- a little barn? Perhaps another farm? I know I’m getting a bit quixotic here, but I was enthralled by the simplicity and tranquility that radiated from the area.
When I first arrived I thought I was immune to the altitude, but as I rode today I was a victim of the height & felt like a great plain serpent was asphyxiated to my neck- rather unpleasant really. But if history serves me, as it traditionally has, the elevation should have little effect after a day with a few good hard efforts like today. So hopefully I feel like myself again tomorrow.
I leave on Monday for the start of the California training camp, should be enjoyable.