D2M day four

This jaunt half way across the desert basin to the La Sal Mtns ended up being my undoing. We started out being scattershot with hail and we could see the thunderstorm that produced it just ahead of us. Luckily the day held dry more or less. We came down into a little truckstop and I had a couple huge glasses of Coke on ice that were so good as well as some cinnamon roll. We had eaten breakfast just before so we weren't really hungry, but the change of pace and the ice was nice. Shortly after this stop we hit the mother of all mud holes and it took a long time to get the muck off the bikes and get them rideable again. I was tired from yesterday, but didn't know just how spent till I sat down crosslegged to pry the dirt from my shoe cleats and felt my left aductor muscle pop - bummer. I slogged on having a very tough day. After what seemed an eternity the hut arrived. Mike Richmond and Thomas had a hand in unkinking me and it would have been far worse without their ministrations. It's not every bike trip that has a certified massuese along. We were on the edge of a huge canyon in slick rock type country - spectacular views and an abandoned uranium mine next door! All would have been great except huge winds blew up during the night and kept everyone awake. The snoring and farting of 5 guys in a small cabin is bad enough for a light sleeper, but the howling and banging of the wind kept everyone awake for hours.