Today is the big ride I’ve been a little worried about for a week or so now. We must ride nearly 70 miles from one water source to another, crossing the Divide Basin in the process. It is dry and windy, we hardly see any cars all day (and when we do they are trucks, always trucks), but pronghorn are everywhere. In fact, we find out it’s opening day for pronghorn hunting season. I’m tired starting the day and it’s hard going for me, but feel surprisingly well at the end of the day. I can’t believe what my body can do! I may come back to this day to describe it better, but these last several days have been so long and I’ve been so tired that I’ve fallen behind on my journaling. My notes add up to a couple bullet points each day, waiting to be developed into stories.