Today was a straight up slog.
The terrain between Oamaru and Ashburton is dead pan flat. We started the day with little wind, but before long a persistent headwind had developed.
With no hills to break it up, and no free kilometres to be enjoyed, it was down to just tapping away into the wind for as long as we could stomach it. We took turns on the front, we shuffled around in the saddle, we stood for short periods – it did little to assuage the dull, slow click of reluctant miles.
I can’t upload pictures at the moment, but if I could it would basically be 20 snaps of the same thing – fields, meadows, blue skies and paddocks.
We’d opted not to turn for the highlands as the weather was due to pack in, and pack in it did, but in doing so our necessary route was to endure the tedium of the long and busy main highway.
We spent another 8 hours riding today. We clocked a less than illustrious mileage; about 165 km. But we know that we rode solidly, or at least as solidly as that infernal headwind and our stale legs would allow.
And kilometres ridden can’t be taken away. So there’s always that.
We’ll be looking to crack into tomorrow’s ride a little earlier to avoid the wind for a bit longer. Hopefully it’s less relentless and we can sneak up the country a wee way.
But maybe it’ll be another battle. We’re okay with that, too.
Until then, we’re still alive. And it’s almost my bed time.
Our lodging tonight is worth a quick mention, though. If you’re ever in Ashburton and in need of a motel, look no further than the Commodore on East St. After shopping around, they’re the best value, and well appointed for the price. The proprietors are also downright pleasant. It’s nice.