Crikey. A new distance record for me (40.4 miles), and yet... still... it's only 40 miles, even with the 1860 feet in elevation (which seems understated somehow). People routinely do "centuries," even with the hills, hell if I know how they do it.
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Lots of red-tails seen and heard.
As it happens, this route took me past my old place as well as three other places in which we were once interested. One is for rent now, and so I got to laugh at them for taking the other renters -- we'd've still been there, barring huge calamity.
I was about out of juice by the time I got to the Washoe House, and I scrapped more ambitious options for the most direct and flattest route home. I'm not sure how I can get past that - today's ride was generally flatter (per mile, anyway) than those I did last week, but I still start feeling the hills in the thigh and calf muscles - and start having to take measures to fight off the leg cramps...
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