My survival strategy for the Arkansas summer bikepacking adventure came to me in a vision today.
Pedaling out after work into the “feels like 101”, I warmed up (ha!) and commenced several half-load, half-hearted, hill repeats.
Sweat beaded on my skin, burned my eyes, and dripped off my wrists. My heart rate spiked, and I was a little dizzy. But I found a sort of rhythm, and knew I had the answer. In other words, I had a sound strategy for the sweltering summer back-country. In a word…
Siesta.
I saw it clearly in a vision.
Or a hallucination.
Pondero 