The return to full fat air

Biking through the Wisconsin of Colombia...the upper elevations of the mountains were dotted with happy grazing cows. The milk here is delicious.

Unlike Chapter One, by the coast in the very dry areas, this chapter is full of flowering trees and peoples' blossoming gardens.

Wednesday morning we reached our point of highest elevation, 2,600 meters, and stopped at the peak for a jubilant commemorate photo.

And thus began the descent this morning. It took us hours of crossing through the top shelf south of Santa Rosa, cold enough to need coats, periods of endless coasting mixed with bouts of little climbs.

And what a breath-taking glorious descent it was, my hands sore now from the breaking, rather than my quads from the climbing. We stopped by this visage half way down.

Even though encased in cloud, to see this view, by Don Matìas, below and to know we would be soon down in there ourselves, was a phenomenal way to appreciate distance and landform.

And now we stay in the city of Bello, just outside Medellin, our final destination. We both feel like autistic children in a city now, noise and inputs and people!, after so much spacious cloud-tops and expansive wind.

After riding down the mountains, into the city valley, I could feel a difference in the temperament of the air. We are back to air that is at full percent fat again, down to 1400 meters. Just last night we were in thin diet air, a cold night indeed, many blankets needed, in Santa Rosa.  

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