. We met Pam and Darrel for a short break and then were on to Hwy 114 AKA: Road of Death, Road of Many Names, Road of Pain or when all else failed it was affectionately referred to as the @#%!@# Road. The byway found us at 3200 ft above sea level and took us to 5300 ft above sea level. The last two miles were 400-500 ft straight up, or so it seemed.

This section was paved with white jagged rock. While we didn’t mind the rock initially as it started us on the “Glorious Descent”. However, Jude’s camera went for a ride right outside of it’s basket. Then a rock managed to slit a hole right into the side of her tire. Soon enough the tire was changed and we were on our way. How many bikers to change a bike tire you wonder? One to hold the bike, one to take care of the chain, one to change the tire, two to wind up the old tire to haul it off the mountain and….one to watch.