'Aint no mountain high enough
Trip Start
Mar 04, 2008
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Trip End
Oct 06, 2008
And the going gets tough...real freakin' tough. If anyone ever told you Sicily was mountainous, they were not bullshitting. Nor were they bullshitting if they told you it was devastatingly windy, all day, all night. We've been facing constant westerly winds the last few days. Very unfortunate considering our current general direction. Gale force gusts pick up in the early afternoon, slowing the pace from tortoise to standstill, especially when tag -teamed with 10% uphill grades (seems the towns are all built on TOP of the mountains).
Lucked across a Canadian War Memorial cemetary outside of a small town called Agira. 492 graves of young Canadians who faught in WWII during the Sicilian invasion, some as young as 17. Brought tears to the eyes. Humbling, knowing that these young soldiers lost their lives so that we could be here today riding our bikes on vacation. We decided that there would be no more complaining about the headwinds.
Lucked across a Canadian War Memorial cemetary outside of a small town called Agira. 492 graves of young Canadians who faught in WWII during the Sicilian invasion, some as young as 17. Brought tears to the eyes. Humbling, knowing that these young soldiers lost their lives so that we could be here today riding our bikes on vacation. We decided that there would be no more complaining about the headwinds.


