San Carlos Lake

Thursday Jan 27 San Carlos Lake to Thatcher AZ

Woke up and peaked out of the tent to find the sun glistening off the lake and lighting up the brown, gold and white hues of the lakeside mountain.  It was the coldest morning of the trip with frost on the truck's hood.  After enjoying the natural view from the tent for 15 minutes I headed into the heated camper to find Lenny with a pot of hot perked coffee.  Aaron's morning greeting came out of nowhere.  His head remained under the covers until the familiar rooster call from his alarm got him up.

Lenny went off to tease some fish but unlike the last catfish hole he didn't get a bite.  Aaron and I had a map session and discussed life outside of biking in the comfort of the trailer as we let the sun do it's magic on the desert.

Today looked like an easy day on paper.  The profile showed no major elevation change but once we went up and down 1/2 mile long climbs over the 1st 2 we realized that the maps refered to the average elevation change.  The hills combined with a steady 20 mph headwind made for a long slow grind.  The legs and arms still recalling the big hills from the last 2 days.

We were happy to arrive at camp.  The Chuckwagon Master/ Campsite Coordinator Extrodinaire Lenny had a perfect cooking woodfire going with flank steak and baked potatoes cooking as we rolled into town. 

Aaron gave me another camp toasting lesson.  I attempted to toast bread over the fire but woodfire grill toasting techniques are not the same as hot rock toasting.