Day 35 1/2 - Thinking of crying "UNCLE!"

It's Wednesday morning and I'm getting ready to ride to Brackettville.  But I'm weary.

This tour has been a major challenge from day 1.  First the fires and detour to avoid the I-5 road closure, then the ridiculous heat and humidity over the entire first month of the trip. And now, relentless rain and/or cold, day after day after day.  Temperatures were running near 20 degrees above average until a few days ago, and now they're near 20 degrees below average, day after miserable day.

And I just read the blog of another guy who is going west to east and recently crossed the Continental Divide with temperatures at the freezing mark and snow on the roadway.

I mentioned earlier that I hate riding in the cold more than in heat, and at this point that's what I'm doing, and it only looks worse up ahead.

I'm really asking myself, "What are you trying to prove?"

So, I'm teetering on the edge here.  I am not having any fun, and that's really the biggest problem.  I don't do bike tours just to see how much misery I can endure.  I do it because they are challenging and fun.  Both of those ingredients have to be there or it just isn't worth it to me.

I haven't made up my mind yet, but just wanted to warn you guys.  I hate to let everyone down.  If any of you have any thoughts, I'd love to hear them.

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