And came the infamous Day 2, talked about in hushed tones behind closed doors. The 6,000-foot climbing day that came far earlier in the trip than any of us thought we’d be ready for. After a delicious 6am breakfast of eggs, sausage, and potatoes (prepared professionally the night before my Mr. Van Everen), we kitted up and started the 30 mile calm before the storm, with a pack that our Ride 2 Recovery escorts from day 1 would be proud of. Far sooner than any of us had expected, Washington Pass arrived. We paired up with a kindergarten style buddy system in preparation from the spread that would develop over the process of the climb, and I was lucky enough to have the both beautiful and amazing Jade Thomas as my partner. Accompanied by the beats of our favorite DJ, Steve Aoki (quick shoutout to the Thursday night banger), we began the many faux peaks that deceived us along the ride. Overcoming the pain in our quads and the shots to our egos accompanied by a consistent 6-7mph speeds, we managed to trudge up the hill for two hours before our lunch stop. Jade and I pulled into the lunch stop and celebrated before realizing that we were only halfway up the pass. Our lengthy lunch break ended too quickly, and we started the slow climb again, but by that point the quads were really feeling it, but we kept on keeping on, and finally (after another two hours) made it to the top of the pass, thus bringing me to what has been the best moment of my life so far. Lo and behold, we ended with a much faster cruise halfway down to our campground. Thus ended day two. Goodnight, and follow me on instagram @web_thompson.
Much Love,
Webster