Headwinds Are A Lie

Day Three: Ocotillo to Calexico. 35.9 miles with supposedly only 375 feet of climb. We actually rode more because we took a brief tour to the border crossing to Mexicali before we rode to our camping location. We ended up going 44.1 miles. It was supposed to be an easy day, relatively flat and by the end of the day dropping down to sea level for elevation. The wind started howling during the night and buffeted the tent. In the morning there was no let up in the strength of the wind and we rode off into a headwind. I wore my DMACC jersey today. World domination one state at a time. The pictures look calm, but he building behind was a wind block. We started south into the desert and not far from the border. Eventually we turned east,but a crosswind is just as bad. The first day was climbing, the second day descending, and the third day wind. So much for tailwinds. As long as we are in the desert it is likely to be windy. Most of the day I rode with Sharon from upstate New York and James from Marin, just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco. No services or water along the way and only a few cars on the road. It was just the scrub brush and sand. The road seemed endless with the wind. When we rode in to Calexico we stopped and took a look at the crossing (not very good pictures). One group actually crossed over into Mexicali for lunch. Also on the way in was a solar farm that stretched along the road for miles. It's quiet now except for road noise near the RV park where we are camping. The wind has died down and should not be a problem tomorrow as we continue to ride across the bottom of the US. Eighty two miles and again, no water or services on our way to Pablo Verde.