Descending with Confidence!

Day 3 started with some pretty sandy track that my skinnier tires found difficult to navigate through, but eventually the ground became more compact and I found my rhythm. I started the ride with me new friend Andre, from Quebec, who is retired and does a few cycling trips a year. He is on bigger tires and so he was able to ride a bit more quickly and went on ahead when we began to climb some initial hills along the way. Eventually, we reunited at the top of those few climbs and then began a glorious descent through some old ranch land nestled between the mountains that we had been summiting the day before. While there were a few more climbs during the day, the story of the ride was one of pleasant descents as we slowly made our way down from 4500 ft above sea level to about 1000 ft. More sandy track on the descent required caution on my speed and braking but I still managed to enjoy fun, fast, and easy descents. I also ran into an actual stream and used my water filters to fill up some water bottles from the stream water! Super cool!

Eventually, I descended into the town of Ojos Negros where I enjoyed a wonderful dinner at La Cocina de Lorena and then paid for a motel room to take a hot shower and, hopefully, get a good nights rest!

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  1. DadNovember 22, 2024 at 5:32 AM

    So glad you had a good and night with good food! Keep going! Mom

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  2. DadNovember 22, 2024 at 5:35 AM

    Glad you got some rest and a friend a shower after a hard couple of days is so welcoming have fun dad

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