The next morning I got up and climbed the 500 feet out of our campground to Hwy. 89 for a clockwise ride around the lake. I had planned on taking it pretty easy, but I ran into a fellow who was getting ready for the district road race championships, and we traded turns pulling for a while. George, that was his name, pulled off for some coffee after about 30 miles, and I rode on by myself. At the 42 mile mark, I heard and felt a nice little click in my drive train. I had just broken my chain a couple of weeks earlier, and figured that I must have cracked another link. Well, that wasn't the problem, it turned out that I had broken the spring inside my Crank Bros pedal. That meant I couldn't clip in for the last 33 miles. It wasn't bad if I concentrated on keeping my foot in place, but as soon as I stopped thinking about it, my foot would slip right off. This was a little disconcerting, mainly when I was climbing up around Emerald Bay at the end of the ride. Anyway, I survived and felt quite good even at the end.
On Thursday, Claire and I did a 15 mile hike from our campsite over to Vikingsholm and then up to Eagle Lake. The hike was much tougher than the ride around Tahoe. We both had some good blisters to show for it, but we were lucky enough to have some homebrew waiting back at the campsite for us.
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