A group of Red Burro's rolled out of Summerlin at 5:00 AM. By the time we hit the bottom of Mt. Charleston there were about 10 people. I dropped a bottle a few minutes into the climb so I had to turn around to grab it. As frustrating as it was to lose the lead group, I'm grateful it happened. I ended up pulling the whole day alone, didn't ever get to draft. Near the top of Kyle canyon there is a crossover to Lee Canyon. At the top of Lee Canyon is the one little ski resort we boast in Southern Nevada. The elevation is close to 8,300 feet. The Bristlecone trailhead (and ski resort) was 53 miles from home and about 5,000 feet higher than I started. At the end of my ride I had climbed 7,500 feet in 73 miles. I was spent! John had already planned to get me around 10:30 regardless of where I was since I knew I wouldn't tolerate the heat very well and 5.5 hours was all I was prepared to ride. I made it half way down Kyle canyon when he picked me up with 32 oz. of cold recovery drink! Awesome way to finish that ride!
Now, I just have to go that far, double that elevation in climbing, all on single track and I'll be ready for Point to Point. Mmmm, ouch. Good thing I have a few more weeks to get my endurance built up.
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