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Like the Providence Mountains behind me, I stretch, and I stretch, upward and outward, the cool 90-degree air enveloping us all

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01708-me-sunset.jpg Sunset finally approaches like I knew it eventually would; I've been imagining its arrival from inside my tent for a while nowThumbnailsFrom Kelso Depot, view northeast up Kelso-Cima Road from the door at the end of the second-floor corridorSunset finally approaches like I knew it eventually would; I've been imagining its arrival from inside my tent for a while nowThumbnailsFrom Kelso Depot, view northeast up Kelso-Cima Road from the door at the end of the second-floor corridorSunset finally approaches like I knew it eventually would; I've been imagining its arrival from inside my tent for a while nowThumbnailsFrom Kelso Depot, view northeast up Kelso-Cima Road from the door at the end of the second-floor corridorSunset finally approaches like I knew it eventually would; I've been imagining its arrival from inside my tent for a while nowThumbnailsFrom Kelso Depot, view northeast up Kelso-Cima Road from the door at the end of the second-floor corridorSunset finally approaches like I knew it eventually would; I've been imagining its arrival from inside my tent for a while nowThumbnailsFrom Kelso Depot, view northeast up Kelso-Cima Road from the door at the end of the second-floor corridor

The light breeze and lack of direct sun refresh me. But I'm still exhausted from today's heat, from yesterday's heat, from riding too much yesterday, from not riding enough today, and from drinking too much hot water.