From/To: Stanley to Hailey
Number of miles: 75
Weather: A little bit of everything
Everything was wet in the morning. Everything. Inside our tents. Outside our tents. Jackets. Bikes. Tables. Chairs. Butts. The damp, cold fog permeated our spirits and obscured views of anything farther away than a few yards.
It was a decision point for a number of riders. Some chose to wait until the fog burned off to set out, concerned by visibility on the road (since lights can only do so much). Others considered whether their cycling attire was enough to withstand the damp cold of a morning leg, one which registered as low as 31 degrees on the road. Some set forth, others waited, and some grabbed a ride from the SAG team to the first rest stop.
Luckily, the traffic was light that morning and the shoulder relatively generous. The first bump of a hill brought us above the dewy fog, and we were treated once again to gorgeous views.
After the first rest stop, the climb of the day began. It was one of those climbs for which there is little option but to find a gear and fall in love with it. Three-quarters of the way up the inclination held an oasis of a scenic overlook and water stop.
The summit held the greatest reward that many riders could ask for—about 45 miles of downhill. That’s forty-five miles of “Weee!”
The second rest stop was situated along the lovely Wood River. Even with a promised gradual downhill into Hailey, it was no easy feat to wrest oneself from the abundant snack choices and company.
We spent the last leg of our journey along the multi-use path through a number of smaller municipalities and past a series of parks, including one hosting an arts fair (watch out for people walking!). Rolling back into Hailey was one hand a triumphant end to the week, and on the other a sigh of regret that the week was over…until next year.