Like the day after crossing Monarch Pass, I ached this morning and could barely move. I knew it was going to be a relatively short day and mostly downhill. I figured I could probably make it to Dolores and, like I had promised to myself, take two days rest. There were a few small humps, so it wasn’t all downhill. Each slight uphill caused my legs to burn and scream out, like I had betrayed them with the slight uphills. I took it easy today. Even though it was mostly downhill, I rode slowly and took many breaks.