Ho-lee cow! Not just another down and back, but also up north and over west before you could go home. 15mph, gusting to 24. I felt that.

(But, TE readers, Beta had told me about riding the last 30 miles of a century into a 25 mph wind, so we know she's tough!)

I took my pre-call shift nap and woke up with really red eyes. I know that wind was whipping some serious dust up in my face. "Serious" like Chicago, not serious like Moab...