Left Salida and rode 74 miles over 2 passes, getting hit with hail and rain over the one. This was only the second time we were going to get up early and we didn't like it, though we knew we had to in order to have a better chance at beating the storms. Well as they say, the weather is a guessing game and you are usually WRONG. The storms ended up rolling in at 11:30, rather than the usual 2pm. We ended up at Storm King Campground, but not before filter the last bit of water we could out of our filter. I am sad to say the PUR Hiker Filter that we have owned for a very long time has been put to rest. Then we are about .2 of a mile from the campground and we run into mud. This isn't your ordinary mud from New Hampsha, this is the sticky, gooey thick mud/muck of the west. It took us some time to reach the campground, having to stop and clean out the mud several times. I was able to ride through the rest then walk back to help Jen with her bike, which has less clearance between her tire and frame. We were tired and the coyotes were howling. This is not your shower and laundry campground this is a forest service, remote, pit toilet campground.
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