Day 2 (Sunday)
On Sunday I woke up feeling like I had gone 9 rounds with a heavyweight boxer. My head and chest were sore and I couldn't breathe. Just walking to the truck and back felt like I was running a mile. I was definitely in the grips of severe altitude sickness.
The morning was really pretty though...
I spent the day doing this... I felt bad because Chris was ready to ride but he took the opportunity to further sort his bike and took a couple side trips on the local roads. I gave him my SPOT unit to use but there usually were plenty of people on all the roads where we were riding. I tried to choke down as much Pedialite and water as I could and get some rest.