I skipped the sit-down breakfast and got an early start on the road, courtesy of a peanut butter and banana sandwich. The first half of the day was through some of the most striking landscape on the planet with rock monuments looming in all directions and a cool, gentle breeze hinting at good weather ahead.
But, miles are miles. And, cranking out over 100 of them can take its toll. The wind picked up just as the real climbing began and the landscape was predictably barren and offered no relief. You just had to tuck forward and keep 'em spinnin'.
That night, I slipped out of dinner a bit early and crept back up to my room, crawling into bed before most old people on the east coast had even considered catching some shuteye. I was beat and needed to get up bright and early.