Paul & Franklin’s Muerto report
July 6, 2013
Weather: Wind SE 13km all day, except after midnight when it picked up a bit.
7:45am – Left Virden carrying food and 1 gatorade & 4 litres of water
12:00 – Brandon; lunch at Humpty’s. Had the Classic Burger. Couldn’t eat my fries. Not feeling
well. Large chocolate milk & water. Added 2 Powerades & 1 litre of water.
2:15pm – Mile 64N is a conservation corridor … read: sand! The roads in general since Brandon
have been loose gravel.
3:15ish – Stopped at a potato farm for water on mile 65N. Added about 3 litres.
4:15pm – 155km in. Not quite halfway. Hitting a wall. Also the last of the big climbs.
5:00pm – Austin for supper: Onion chicken Teriyaki with guacamole sub; 500ml chocolate milk &
500ml of orange juice (2 – 500ml waters in jersey). @200km I hit another wall; not sure how to
9:33pm – Darrel Road turns out to be a pasture and a field. We can bike through the pasture,
but must walk through the field.
July 7, 2013
Over night, thunder and rain threaten, but that’s all. Wind shifts to come from the
West at 20 km/h and by midday it’s 30’C (and more).
– The Portage Sandhills Wildlife Management area – the sand had been graded, but we
kept breaking through the crust and plowing our bikes. Maybe 4 miles of this. Couldn’t
because the mosquitoes were terrible. Fell and broke my pedal, so I couldn’t clip in on that
10:30pm – Through the Sandhills, on good gravel. Turns out we only had just over four hours to
12:30am – Confusion over how to get into the city when the road turns to dirt and grass. We
play it safe and go on roads Paul has travelled before.
2:00am – On Roblin Blvd. out of the gusting wind. The lightning storm is chasing us in. We make
it in to the perimeter and stop at a Shell station for water. I still have some left. We depart and
my bladder hose hooks into the spokes and rips the nipple off. We carry on.
2:45am – Arrive at 661 Campbell for a rest. 335 km in, 15 hours 39 minutes on the bike. Rod &
Connie’s place offers showers, food & rest.
6:30am – Wake up, turn on the A/C and go back to bed. Not feeling well.
7:30am – Wake up, tell Paul he is on his own. Call Bethany and go back to bed.
Paul texts later to say he finished at 6:10pm, and went 190 km. Good for him, I couldn’t have
Everything Franklin reports checks out, as far as I experienced it. I’ll continue with my timeline.
Since Franklin had the camera (his phone), the pictures from here on in are limited to the one I
asked Brennan to take and email to me at the Falcon Lake Golf Course.
7:30am – Hearing that I’m on my own, and that Franklin’s okay with me continuing, I make
and oatmeal for breakfast.
8:10am – Back in the saddle, heading toward Dugald Rd.
9:25am – Stop at Deacon’s corner for a shit and 2
breakfast – coffee, cinnamon bun, & banana.
(a little surprised that I can shit)
11:45am – Ride south off the course into St. Anne for lunch and water.
3:30ish – Found the through road (Railway Bridge Rd) from Hadashville over to the road to
Fuel stop here: chocolate milk, butter tart, apple turnover, water.
5:55pm – The double water-bottle holder attached to my seat falls off (the heads of the two
bolts holding the clamp shear off) and it’s water bottles all over the highway. Fortunately there’s
no traffic and I can retrieve them. I redistribute my load, stuff the two bottles into my jersey,
and carry on.
6:10pm – Pull in to the Falcon Lake Golf Course. A Fat Boy, fries, and a Corona never tasted so so
– The terrain north of the #1 between Virden and Brandon was beautiful. Riding the hills there
– The fire and logging roads between Richer and the road up to Hadashville were at times super
fun (Riding the water stretch was fun; it seems that sand is better for bikes when it’s wet than
when it’s bone dry.)
– 700×40 Schwalbe Marathon Extremes!
– “saltstick caps” electrolyte capsules – I don’t think I could have found/carried enough
Gatorade, etc, to keep my salts and electrolytes up, to make the water and food work – these
capsules saved my ass. This I believe.
– The potato farmers north of Brandon who turned on their garden hose and let us fill up with
bestest tasting water ever.
– Burgers and fries.
– A tail wind on Day 2.
– Sandy gravel: The gravel west of Portage tends to be much softer, with a fine fine grit that just
sucks the life out of
– A broken pedal.
– A headwind on Day 1.