The trip to William O'Brien was just under 40 miles each way. Hills and a headwind made it feel farther. The Fuji spun in every gear from granny on up. I have a 12-32 spread on the cassette and a 48/38/26 triple on the front.
I rode from home to the Gateway Trail end. Then I weaved through a series of county roads to the park. No flats or mechanical problems. I did have one baby crash. I pulled over on a narrow bridge because I was lost. With my right foot clicked out of the pedal, I pulled up to the curb without thinking about my front pannier. It brushed the curb and dumped me over to the left. I couldn't click out and tipped over. I'm glad no car was coming, or I would have been dead. Instead I was just embarrassed.
The trip was hard work, and rewarding. At camp I took a nap, made some food and coffee, read and sat by the fire.
A big snowman near the trail.
A self-portrait in camp. Note the hat; it was cool.
I forgot my coffee cup so had to improvise a coffee making system. I enjoyed several hot bowls of brew.
My tent was in a secluded spot. The single tent has been a worthwhile investment.