Went up Emigration Canyon again today, taking a slightly longer and steeper route up North Burr’s Lane. And by steeper I mean the road gains 1000 feet in 2.5 miles! That’s a 9% grade, which I’ve decided is my absolute limit for climbing on a bike. When the last half-mile turned up to a 12% grade, I had to get off my bike and push. One day I’d like to be able to bike up inclines like this. It was pretty intense.
Coasting back into town took over an hour, and I was chilled to the bone by the time I got there. I realize this concept is nothing new, but I’m still getting used to the absolutely enormous temperature swing between climbing and descending a mountain on a bike. I go from wishing I were in shorts and a t-shirt, to wishing I had a face mask and ski pants.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
