A sub-freezing start.
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The two numbers I will always remember from today are 28 and 94. 28 is how many degrees it was when I woke up and 94 is how many miles I rode.
To say it was cold this morning would be a vast understatement. My tent and my bike were covered in frost. People piled on the layers and tried standing in the rising sun, but it was little help. It took me about 8 miles of riding before the feeling came back into my fingers (my feet took quite a bit longer).
But once I got rolling and the sun found its strength, it was another memorable — but not particularly beautiful — day of riding. Our route took us from La Pine (“Oregon’s Newest City”) south to Diamond Lake. It was by far the longest ride I’ve done since last year’s Cycle Oregon.
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