We started the day late to accommodate potential participants from the Parkinson’s Association of Alberta. None showed, so we blamed it on competition with the Stampede and headed out.
Unfortunately, this meant that we were starting our planned 135km ride in the heat of the day. Gone are the mountains and now the foothills. The topography is gentle rises and falls, with excellent pavement and shoulders. This had all the trappings of a perfect ride. That was until we got lost in a construction zone, requiring 20-25 of dithering, a sinister unexpected soft gravel road (see earlier rants on such roads), and modest dehydration, requiring a rescue call to Wanda.
And then we take the one-of-a-kind descent into the valley that houses Drumheller, and all was forgiven. Mike and Darlene decamp to a hotel room for their 39th Anniversary, leaving Jim and I to prowl the town, looking for trouble before sleep. We opt to jump right to the sleeping part.