Day 62, Kit Carson Campground to Folsom, 106 miles

This morning we hit our last big climb of this West-bound journey; Carsons Pass. The park ranger informed us that the pass was named after Kit Carson, who lead 5,000 sheep over these mountains, assisted by Native Americans. At several points throughout our 10 mile climb, we thought of Kit and were grateful to be sheep-less. When we finally reached the summit, Matt was quite emotional - people had smilingly told us 'It's all downhill from here to San Francisco!' After pausing to take photos and congratulate ourselves, onwards and downwards we rolled.

Turns out those people had lied to us; mountains are not triangular and there was plenty more uphill! As soon as you lose a few hundred feet, there's an uphill around the corner. By the time we finally rolled down into the foothills, we were both pretty beat and the sun in turn beat down on us. The Foothills are clustered with wineries and vineyards, yet we pressed on past temptation.

After hitting the 100 mile mark, we decided to call it a day, in Folsom. Johnny Cash made this small town famous with his Folsom Prison Blues, and we did pass the Prison -where Prisoners still manufacture licence plates. With a small motel room for our cell, we retired early after such a big ride.