We made the spectacular drive to Palomar and chatted it up non-stop from start to finish while listening to Autoslave and stained. I was as giddy as a school girl while we got our bikes ready to make the climb. We had so much packed in our jerseys that it felt like I was carrying a small child back there! We parked at the Harrah's casino and proceeded to pee in the parking lot between a small set of hedges like any true biker would do before a monumental ride.
We continued to climb and I followed close behind as the road went from fairly strait to switchback after switchback during the second half. Often times we talked about the good things that come from climbs like this, the confidence they build, the experience they give us to draw from when times get tough. The miles kept passing but often times, it seemed like forever to only go one mile. The elevation kept climbing to and I would see 3000 feet, then 4000 and with each passing thousand the view would be even more spectacular. I just couldn't believe we were that high up as we towered about the other mountains in the range. We would look down below from where we'd come and marvel at the fact that we were there not long ago.
Marit does the Napoleon pose along the decent!
When we passed 5000 ft it was a great sense of accomplishment and I was so glad we were riding right together. I felt like a team and I said many times how stoked I was to be riding on this day, at this moment and how thankful I was just to have the opportunity to do this!! Even in the worst pain when my legs felt like they might fall off I still said I loved riding my bike and I did, it was grand!!