It is the last day of our epic trip along the White Rim and DD took the wheel of the Crusher as he needs to ride the Shaffer climb alone and get all the way back to the Front Range early today. It was warm and clear enough last eve that I was able to flop on the cot under the stars - just a few smallish poison spiders crawled into my bag so no harm. The team assembled for the team shot for one final time before we let out to catch the sag wagons for lunch after a smaller climb to lunch. The canyons and wild landscapes continued to unfold and it was just too much for Jim, obvious, and Steve as his power blew up his chain. Voz got it repaired with his complete chain tool (mine was missing the press).
Ultimately I arrived at the car Daryle left as it was almost out of gas. I creeped it forward through a squeezer and then up to a nice spot atop the last real climb, with real oddity, before the massive Shaffer Hill.
The view from the overlook allowed me to gauge the team's climbing death syndrome but not a one had it. They took the long road in and then started the serpentine climb. Ultimately Hardeman finished first after rendering a full sprint once done with the switchbacks... woohoo.
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