Climbing upwards, I camped with my tent hidden in a thicket of grass off the side of a very lightly-travelled road. The night was cold and the stars were beautiful. Only the howling of coyotes and the unnecessary fear of mountain lions interrupted my sleep. I woke up before dawn to a flat tire, which I grudgingly climbed out of my sleeping bag to repair, with frozen hands. I was joyous when finally the dawn broke and thawed me out, as riding is much easier with warm muscles.
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