Out in front of our condo ready to go.
On the bike path toward Arches I was trying to take a photo, so had my camera in one hand while we were riding. I hit a bump and veered off the trail. I managed to recover without crashing, but picked up a thorn. I gingerly pulled it out. There was no immediate pssss of air...whew! Well...when we got to Lions Park just two miles from the Entrance Station to the park, I noticed my front tire was flat. I guess the thorn did puncture the tube. I changed the flat and used Karen's pump to inflate the tube. Why didn't I use CO2? I forgot to bring my wedge pack off my other bike. We were on our way again.
We made it through the Entrance Station and started the long climb up into the park. Crap! My rear tire was going flat! Really??? Another flat??? So I changed that one. Now it was on the rear, and I still had no CO2. I really couldn't get the tire up to full pressure. Plus, it was evident that the tire was shot. The red on the sidewall was coming off on my hands. Now I was a bit nervous. I thought, briefly about turning back and letting the gals go on ahead, but I really wanted to continue. Arches is so amazingly beautiful! We stopped frequently taking photos.
We started climbing again. At one point, I could see there was quite a bit of a climb continuing up. So, I would be slow going up, and I would be slow going down. There was about 5 miles to go to the end of the road, but I decided I was too nervous about the tires. I figured the gals could go on (which I encouraged them to do as none of them had been to Arches before), and I would turn around and start making my way back. I would wait for them at the Visitor Center. I was able to take my time coming back. I took more photos.
At Park Avenue I talked to a guy. He had seen us on the road. I told him I had turned around because of the flat tires, and not having enough tire pressure. He had a pump in his car and inflated my tires. It was so much nicer. I still didn't go too fast as I didn't want to repeat the speed wobble. I made it back to the Visitor's Center. It had closed an hour before. I waited about an hour for the gals to get back. Turns out, Cindy had had a flat.