I guess I really died, because angels greeted me at the top of Ebbetts!
A very friendly crowd greeted all the riders as we passed through Markleeville on the way from Ebbetts to Carson Pass. I think the Death Ride is the only thing that happens all year in this town :-)
I passed by the starting point, so now I'm committed to the long road up to the top of Carson Pass.
The day could have been much hotter, but fortunately thunderclouds loomed overhead. Well, at least it's not pouring rain (knock-on-wood)
Final rest stop before the top, and the clouds look mean.
Finally, the top!!! It's (almost) all downhill from here. The
rain finally did come down as I was descending Monitor Pass, but
by then it didn't matter much.
See Chad suffer! Stage 1: denial
Stage 2: acceptance
Stage 3: regret
Stage 4: despair
Father & son on the tandem! His youngest rode the first two passes with him, and his older son rode passes 3 and 4. How cute!
Another father & son
Go mom!
No one has ever died on the Death Ride, but the dead have ridden it!