Sea-to-Sea NA Day 20 Eighteen-wheeler up ahead stopped on our shoulder, 4 ways on and steaming. How to get around him on this busy I80 highway, 3 lanes in each direction and other big rigs slowly working their way up the mountain? Rumble strip to cross and out into the inside lane. Rita gives me the ‘all clear back’ and I swing the Rumba across the rumble strip giving an extra spurt of energy from a hidden reserve to get past him a little quicker. That makes 5 overheated trucks we have passed on this climb. The traffic noise from both tires and engines is almost deafening. Rita comments that this is no fun only "grunt work". The temperature at the service station showed about 85 F in the shade but the heat reflecting of off the blacktop from the afternoon sun as we heading uphill toward the east, plus the massive amount of heat thrown off by every passing truck and a light tail wind made this the most gruelling climb of the ride so far. This 8 km uphill took nearly an hour to complete and by the top I had worked my way up to my granny gear, because both of us were pretty well spent. This was the second of 3 major climbs for the day; the first had started in Salt Lake City right about 100km into our ride for the day and right after leaving the First CRC there. Well actually Rita and I had backtracked some distance to ride around the center of the city to see the government and Mormon head office complex and temple. This also gave our legs a chance to recover after the refreshment stop. Anyway that hill was some 17 km long but was not a constant climb, was on a nice winding residential road with hardly any stoplights. The trees gave shade from time to time; in other works it was as pleasant as a climb could be on a hot Saturday at noon. The third climb was on Hwy #40 and only a couple of km long. We encountered this after passing through the area where many of the Olympic ski and bobsled events had taken place. The thing about this one was the downhill of 3 km with two rumble strips, one next to the traffic lane and an older one reaching 4 ft in from the edge of the shoulder. This meant a strip of about 12" wide was the only place to ride. I couldn’t go out into the traffic lane anymore when the way was clear because we had too much speed and I didn’t want to risk loosing control. The drag brake held the speed to the 50s and I was able to pilot the bike past any garbage that was in our path. I released it just before the bottom so we could coast up the exit ramp to our final turn. The last surprise of the day was when we pulled into camp. The gear trucks were in one parking lot but the campsites didn’t have road access and were about 500m away. The showers are in a different area again. Thankfully the park provides transport for the bags from the trailer to the camping area. A lot of people had to swallow hard when presented with this unexpected challenge after riding 160 km, in 7 to 10 hours and 5700 ft of climbing. Rita and I started around 6:30 and our riding time was 7 and ¾ hr for an average speed of 20.4 kph. I did manage to find a nice camp spot overlooking the lake with a little oak tree to give some shade to the picnic table platform. This will be home for the rest of the weekend. After that I hear there is another pass and a very long riding week ahead.