Our reactions were exactly what they wanted to see. We hereby apologize to future cyclists if we have made the kids even more anxious to torment you. Shortly after that incident the road turned westward into a gradually narrowing canyon. We fought it for the rest of the day. Joan drafted directly behind me for 35 long, long kilometers.
Wind is the worst enemy in cycle touring.
We both felt miserable the whole time. My body suffered in ways it doesn't usually. My back hurt. My butt hurt. My head hurt from the roar of the wind in my ears.