For the first time, I didn’t take a single picture of my ride. There just wasn’t anything noteworthy about Spearfish, South Dakota. At least not in the section I was in. Nothing that could identify that I was there.
It was yet another record-breaking day temperature wise. It was 50 degrees with bright sunshine. The only detriment was the wind.
It was among the strongest I’ve ever ridden against. In fact, it was so strong, I couldn’t even ride down hill without pedaling.
The video below shows me at the top of a hill. I was at a dead stop. I pedal just a bit, to get over the crest of the hill, so that gravity will do its job and pull me to the bottom of the hill.
Nothing doing. You can watch the speedometer trickle down from 10 miles an hour. I have to finally stop before I fall over because I’m not making enough speed to stay upright.
I climb a couple more hills, fighting the wind the entire way before I finally gave up. In going the other way — with the wind — I’m actually pushed up the hill it prevented me from riding down. Yes. I go down the next hill, wind at my back, and as I’m headed up the next, my speed actually increased.
Anyway, windy or not, South Dakota is a done deal.
Since I’m taking a different route home than I’d planned, I’m going to get another crack at Nebraska tomorrow, weather permitting.