Twenty-five more miles and we are in the small tourist town of Eagle’s Nest and the terrain all around us now makes sense to such a name. Fifteen more miles and we are in Angle Fire and we need a rest, but it is not wise to rest now, we have so much more to go. So we sip from our water bottles at the next hill crest, try to hyperventilate ourselves, as the air is much thinner up here and then feel the rush of breeze as we cycle our pedals and loosen those muscles, but pay attention, high speeds will wear out our brakes and there is not a bike shop within 125 miles.

We can rest in Taos, a tourist ritzy town only 20 more miles and two more hills; up and down again. Wouldn’t be nice if the map showed us those in advance? Maybe not, we may decide not to go? Yes, that is a thought isn’t it? Well, all the Yuppies come up to us and ask us how far we are going and almost choke on the Lattes when we tell them Coast-to-Coast and once we get done with these hills, it is almost all down hill from here. The rest are pussycat foothills compared to this elevation.