“Bye guys!” I said as I climbed into the pickup truck. “I love you!” My bike and all our gear was stashed in the back of the truck and I headed up into the hills without my boys.
My back is significantly better today than it was yesterday, but I didn’t think it was wise to attempt the 7000-foot climb up to Pasto quite yet. I would do it the easy way – and make it easier for John and the boys by taking their gear too.
Fortunately, Cristina and Carlos – in-laws of a friend – had graciously offered us a place to stay, so I’m not all alone in a hotel someplace. I’ve enjoyed a delightful afternoon with the young Colombian couple.
With any luck, John and the boys will be here tomorrow. If they can’t make it, at least there are plenty of hotels on the way up, and I’ll see them the next day.