A decision was made. I would attempt to go around the mountains. The trade-off was a 4500 foot elevation and snow for extra miles. For the most part it was a gradual downhill route excluding one 3500 foot climb. It was another perfect sunny day, and I was excited to know I had a host family in the next town.
Everything was going good, too good. With 4 miles to go I hit a dead-end road. I had expected this from looking at the satellite map the night before, but didn’t expect the barbed wire fences. There was no clear-cut road aside the freeway but a mess of dead ends and dirt paths. To top it off every field was surrounded by barbwire fences. I found myself pushing Ruby through a huge field to find the other side of the fence. This would not have been a huge problem if not for Ruby’s 70 lbs. I found a dry water run off ditch that I was able to squeeze Ruby through after removing her back wheels. Long story short, I had to back track to find another dirt path.
I eventually connected to a service road that lead to an A+W. It seemed like a good meeting place to be picked up. It was awesome to have so much of the route be downhill, and at times I was doing 7 minute miles. I find humor in the reactions of people driving by. Some smile, some wave, some shake their fists, some give the peace sign and some simply point. One thing they all do is hold their stare a few seconds longer than socially acceptable! Kevin Allen picked me up and was very kind. He has a wonderful family and cute kids.