I like those rays of dust that emanate from the sun in the first picture. Best thing about the sunsets down here is that they are so complicated, with all kinds of different colors and cloud formations. The second picture I took about 10 minutes after the first.
This one has smaller tents but still nice sunsets, plus an unexpected lightning storm today. I spent the night at the airport pretty much, yo-yoing back and forth between my tent and the lounge (a five-minute walk), hoping to find a spare seat on a flight back to my original Secret City.
Finally after having lain down at eleven, then gotten up at 1:21 am., back to bed at 3:30 am, and back up at 5:09 am, at nine the madness ceased; they put the flight schedule out for today and thankfully (!?) there were no flights out, so I could go back to bed and sleep to noon. I had it all made up nice, with a blanket over the mattress and my sleeping bag nicely laid out on top. It was perfect for the lightning storm; nothing better than lying lazily in bed at 11:45, thinking about going to lunch, and listening to thunderclaps outside.
Yes! At the very end of my ride today, I fell in behind a yellow JCB 10K forklift as the road wended northwesterly, into the Boreal teeth. It was perfect drafting, making up for having to beat the nasty crosswinds in both east and west directions on my own. Overall, I did my best but finished both seven-mile laps at a 17.2 mph pace.
I started late but still finished before sunset, but the brown-tinted sunglasses I was wearing made it seem on the last westbound lap as if I was riding into the secret heart of a dust storm. That and the nasty chill the wind started to collect. I’m glad I’m back in my lodging, drinking coffee and finally eating M’s chocolate bar from September ’08. Question inutile to bring it home.