Trip Start Jul 2008
33Trip End Dec 2008
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It all started so innocently on a nice rural highway. Hilly but beautiful country so we
did not mind too much. Then the drizzle started, but also not a huge deal. Then the road deteriorated into a potholed minefield. Then the truck traffic started picking up. Then the drizzle started picking up so we were navigating a hilly potholed mudfest with dump trucks bearing down on us. Then the potholes got even worse. And the rain. And the mud. And the trucks. It was like a really really negative positive feedback loop.
Then we noticed bits and pieces of a new divided 4 lane highway off to the side. Hence the trucks, hence the road damage, hence the dirt. AHAaaaaaa....oops. Dont keep your mouth open too long or your teeth will get spattered.
For better or for worse, our dearly departed rural highway eventually disappeared altogether and we were expelled onto the new 4-lane divided highway. For better because it had a big wide paved shoulder. For worse because the shoulder was covered with a slurry of reconstituted construction dust that covered every imaginable surface and seeped into every other nook and cranny. Sorta like the final clearcoat of a manicure....except it was the final coat of liquid filth.
I am sure that I have been dirtier, but I honestly cannot remember when.
Maybe the time in high school when Dad and I pushed Amy's car out of the muddy corn field across the road. But that was just our from sides.
Maybe when we trekked across Cajas National Park in Ecuador. But then I only had mud up to my waist.
No, I think this takes the filth cake. My bike was absolutely coated with mud, my panniers were nearly unrecognizable, my sunglasses were so spattered I had to constantly wipe them off to see, even the skin UNDERNEATH my clothes was dirty as the mud was liquid enough to just soak on through.
I know that all this begs for photos....will get them posted ASAP
Oh, which reminds me of a classic quote from earlier in this trip.
Steph to Bill: Thank you for loving me even when I'm grungy.
Bill reply: It's not hard; I love grunge.