The beginning. April 27, AZ
We have been riding for 4 days. Hard days, easy days, but great days all. The first day an old touring friend led us out of Phoenix to a wonderful brunch. A good ride through pleasant residential neighborhoods, easy streets, a reintroduction for me to Phoenix. After John Burt left us we continued on to Apache Junction. More than we could handle.
The heat was intense for 2 cyclists coming from 40 degrees and 70% humity, the 90 degrees and 10%, was beyond our capacity. At 5 miles to go I began cramping in a way I have never experienced. The cramps on both legs were up into my abdominal muscles. I tried walking, but that did not work. The cramps were so bad that I had to stop in the middle of traffic lanes and wait for them to subside. People were stopping to help me. John went on, reluctantly, as I wished, to the campground.
I decided that it was time for me to get my act together and get on with this business of pedaling. I got on the bike and stood up to pedal. Still hurt, but was manageable. Many times I have had cramps, but never to this degree. I went on, only 2.5 miles left, then 2, then 1.5, then 1, almost there, still standing. Both legs crying for me to stop, it was not possible. I had to get to the campground. Finally, a right turn and then a left into the KOA. I wanted a cold drink, but the office was closed! Life is just not fair. Rolling into the campsite, seeing John gives me hope that my life is not over.
Soon I am setting up my tent, taking a shower and thinking about cooking dinner. John has cheese and summer sausage which we eat instead of cooking. He rides off to a store to get us some cold beers and we settle in for the night.
This touring stuff in sometimes not all fun, but it is always interesting, as you never know what the day will provide.
— Bill H.