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I stop on Orestimba Creek Road to check my map, thinking that I may have passed the road to Jackrabbit Lake.

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05518-orestimba-creek-end-800px.jpg One of several dry creek crossings on Orestimba Creek Road.ThumbnailsBefore I remount the 10-ton bike and turn back, I snap a shot of us with the Rooster Comb in the background.One of several dry creek crossings on Orestimba Creek Road.ThumbnailsBefore I remount the 10-ton bike and turn back, I snap a shot of us with the Rooster Comb in the background.One of several dry creek crossings on Orestimba Creek Road.ThumbnailsBefore I remount the 10-ton bike and turn back, I snap a shot of us with the Rooster Comb in the background.One of several dry creek crossings on Orestimba Creek Road.ThumbnailsBefore I remount the 10-ton bike and turn back, I snap a shot of us with the Rooster Comb in the background.One of several dry creek crossings on Orestimba Creek Road.ThumbnailsBefore I remount the 10-ton bike and turn back, I snap a shot of us with the Rooster Comb in the background.

I get out my map and leave the 10-ton bike in the middle of the road while I backtrack to inspect my surroundings. Indeed... I missed Long Ridge Road (the road to Jackrabbit Lake) when I passed it. It's about 1/3 mile behind me.

Getting off the bike made me realize how hot it has become. The metal bike frame is hot. The semi-soft seat is hot. My brake levers have been hot for some time, but I've been so focused on riding that I was ignoring it.

Likewise, my drinking water has been heating up gradually, and it's hot too; it's much warmer than luke-warm now.

I touch myself and get strange feedback. My shorts are giving off heat and the shiny metal studs on my belt are quite hot to the touch. Hmmm... Shades of my Death Valley bicycle trip this past spring.