To catch up to these riders, I had to hammer. Once the road turned upward, I was more easily able to reach them since I tend to ride faster than others on the uphill sections. Even though my saddle sore was still really painful, I seemed better able to ride hard today. Maybe I was just more used to the pain. ?
After this we had only a few miles remaining before our destination town of Selah. With only one lousy mile to go, I got another flat tire. Boo.
Bob, with his injuries, made it all the way. He even got a slashed tire in Ellensburg, and fixed it well enough to get him home using a "boot", a piece of an old tire to place inside where the slash is located. He's The Man. We walked about a mile for dinner at a Mexican place, and now it's time for bed.
Tomorrow we head west into the Cascades, a 97-miler with 5700 feet of climbing.