Day 325 / Truckstop – Yarumal, Colombia / 10 miles (Total 7750)
Standing still for too long will collect moss under your feet, that’s when life gets slippery. Shake the moss from your feet and travel your life away.
Waterfall far off in the distance and our road ahead is camouflaged to the right. After 12,000 miles of touring, Alaska and Oregon was on top of my list. Well, Colombia dethroned those two by leaps and bounds. I have had serious thoughts about skipping the rest of the tour just to see more of Colombia. Yes, it’s that amazing here.
After touring through Mexico and Central America, I never would have thought South America could compare with those people. Colombia has a whole new level of kindness. They want to truly get to know you, where your from and where you are going. They want to know about your family and if you have a wife and kids. There is no hidden agenda in their kindness. They truly love life and the people who cross their paths. I feel so honored and blessed to be riding a bike through their incredible country raising money for a great cause.
Rubbed my morning eyes and this was my first view
I was a little scared to get out of bed this morning. 30 miles and 7,000 ft of climbing was sure to put some hurt in my 38-year-old body. I stood up and felt great. Opened the door with a smile and the first thing I saw was mountains surrounded by fog. Reminded me a lot of Alaska and I was eager to put some miles on.
As we were packing the bikes up the owner came by and told us breakfast was ready. A large cup of hot chocolate, eggs and cheese. What a great way to start the morning ride.
The crew and the owner of the hotel. Thanks for everything!
Our little photographer this morning.
If you have a sweet tooth you will love Colombia. They love their candy here
WOW, was the word for today. A short 11 miles, but the views were packed in tight. Another day that words cannot describe the ride. so i’ll just say WOW again. The weather was cool and perfect. The sun was out giving the green mountains an extra glow to them. The locals cheered us on going up the enormous hill. I think all the locals must have pedaled part of the mountain once in their life and they know the difficulty of it.
Not just a slice of heaven. Colombia is the whole piece
It’s hard to imagine that we are around 7,500 feet in elevation.
Anja with a smile from ear to ear.
No body is safe with the Pedaling for Pennies blog around. I document it all. Marko caught with his pants down.
The Mother Trucker and the Andes Mountains
We were going to try and put on another 60 kilometers and 1,500 feet of elevation today. We made it to the large town of Yarumal, where we wanted to hit up a super market and an internet cafe. Anja let us know that she wasn’t feeling the best, so we decided to stay put for the day. I really didn’t feel like pushing on without them, cause I have been having too much fun with the German couple. Plus, I have been far behind on the blog and this would give me a full day to get caught up. Hopefully it’s just a little altitude sickness and her body will acclimate to the elevation by tomorrow. Either way it’s nice to give the body a rest after 8 hard days of riding.
Yarumal off in the distance. The town roads here are the steepest I have seen. You don’t want to make a wrong turn on a bike here.
Taking a coffee break in the town center.
A hotel view
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