
On the drive, we were a bit concerned by strong Easterly winds that were whipping flags and causing stoplights to stay. Our overly optimistic (even more optimistic than Bubba) driver assured us that the wind would be calmer on the mountain. It turns out he could not have been more wrong, the breeze seemed to be amplified as it squeezed between the peaks.
The road to the summit took us straight into the wind for five miles. It was so windy that we struggled to stay on our bikes - barely moving at 6 mph and wind gusts practically blowing us off our bikes. Eventually we changed direction and received a push. The remainder of the ride to the summit involved changing direction, oscillating grades, and decreasing temperatures. One short stretch up a 6% grade, I was cycling at 15 mph thanks to the temporary tail wind.

Climbing a real mountain, ranked to be the 31st most difficult climb in the US, was my best day riding. No photos; didn't want to risk cramping or deciding not to continue.
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