It was a good thing we left the Grand Canyon when we did as it only continued to get colder and windier in the next couple days. We had our coldest temps (sans windchill) our second night at Jacob Lake after leaving the Rim, well below freezing. So getting ourselves to lower elevations was a good thing.
We rode next from Jacob Lake down 89a to Marble Canyon and camped at Lee's Ferry Campground in Glen Canyon Recreation Area on the Colorado River downstream from Glen Canyon Dam. The days ride was our shortest riding time yet. We rode 50 miles in 2-1/2 hours. It might have helped that we lost nearly 4600 feet in elevation and had a tail wind all day.
We did get to meet a nice Japanese man who asked to take our picture for his website introducing young Japanese to America. So who knows Dave and I could be the next advertisement for America. Now that's something to laugh about.
When we got to Marble Canyon we had some trouble deciding where to camp, but after weighing the pros and cons decided to ride the 5 miles off route to the developed campsite in Glen Canyon instead of trying to disperse camp in the vast and scenic nothingness at the base of the Vermilion Cliffs. I think we made the right decision. By the time we descended another 500 feet to the campground (just 100 feet above the flowing Colorado) the wind picked up with great intensity to over 40 mph. Luckily the campground had wind shelters and trees. It was also a beautiful ride in. Instead of just getting to see the cliff faces along 89a we got to turn in and see down some of the canyons and the backside of the Vermilion Cliffs. It was also a full moon, so while I was up all night hacking and coughing at least I got to look down on the moon reflecting in the gentle ripples of the river and listen to the calming repetitive sound of the small white water rapids a little further downstream. It was strangely soothing while my body was agitated.
The next morning, feeling worse for wear we crossed the Navajo Bridge over the Colorado and entered into the Navajo Reservation. Because of this we had to make the 80 miles to Cameron with no where else to camp in-between. And since the day prior was all down hill, of course, today was all uphill. The first 22 miles was steep, still on 89a, with no shoulder but mild traffic. At Bitter Springs we merged on to 89 with the rest of the Grand Canyon traffic and what could barely pass as a shoulder. Along with heavier traffic we also picked up a decent head wind. The grade and my lung capcity were the only things at this point that decreased.
By the time we made it to Gap at 48 miles, which was basically a service station some houses and a bunch of stray dogs the wind had really picked up, the coughing fits were non stop and I hadn't really eaten very much all day. The DayQuil I'd taken in the morning, which hadn't really been working anyway, was, I guessed, starting to wear off so I went into the gas station to try and find some more expectorant. As I hacked up what was left of my left lung, everyone in the store was looking at me. Afterwards I stepped outside to take my purchase when a young woman named Joanna approached Dave and I with a ride option. We really had a hard time deciding, and as much as I wanted to take the ride, I truly, equally didn't want to take the ride. But after 2 doctors, who were with Joanna, told me that I definitely had an URI and possible bronchitis, and that if it wasn't treated and I continued to push could easily become pneumonia we decided to let the ego of the trip go for the greater good of the trip. In the van we further discussed the symptoms and they said that antibiotics would resolve things quickly, but that probably just a few days of real rest would help too. Dave and I also rationalized that our 90 mile out and back to the North Rim would make up for the 70 mile car ride we took from Gap to Flagstaff.
We found a place to stay in Flagstaff for the night and the next morning headed to the walk-in clinic to see a doctor and get some drugs to kick this thing quick. He basically confirmed what the Brits told me and wrote me 4 prescriptions for an antibiotic, prednisone, serious cough syrup and an inhaler. To make a long story short, three days later and we are still in Flagstaff, literally eating through our budget, and feeling only marginally better. The plan is to finally move out of The Knight's Inn, where we seem to have settled in, but I'm not really sure I'm much better then I was a day or so ago, but I think we need to keep moving or we might have to start looking for jobs in Flag. I guess there is only one way to find out, so check back to see how it goes.
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