Cowboy up !
We started our day at 2:30 am (80 deg ) and headed up hill (6 percent grade) for 21 miles. That means we traveled 5 mph for 21 miles. It took 4 hours to travel 25 miles. I listened to the book K2 on my nano. Climbing, that’s what we where doing, climbing, 3000, 4000….finally a rest at the truck stop. I ate 2 hot dogs (no bun) and drank a lot of water. The final 10 mile climb was not as bad.
The signs warned of a steep down hill grade. Finally… a down hill! With the trailer I’m pulling I was able to reach a top speed of 39 mph. As I neared the end of the steep down hill I noticed Chris was missing. Bam! First flat of the trip. Chris was able to exit the freeway with the help of the CHP.
Clark County Fire still holds to fire service tradition. They had several off duty firefighters, and their families to ride with us. They used 6 different rigs to escort us 25 miles. We went straight down Las Vegas Blvd through the strip.
We were met by Las Vegas Fire and escorted into a pool of media attention. They hooked us up in spite of being the 2nd busiest house in the nation. They fed us, on the house. True brotherhood, thanks boys.
A fireman asked me, “Why are you doing this?” I answered “I’m searching for something, something I’ve lost over the last few years, the SERVICE in fire service.” He smiled and said ” I understand just what you mean.” Then he paused and said “I want to tell you a story about a retirement dinner I went to recently.” As they do at all retirement dinners they started down the long list of career highlights. They told of how he dove into a pool and saved a drowning little girl on his second day on the job. Wow what a great story, I replied. That’s not the story he said. The real story was told by that grown up little girl at his retirement dinner.
Cowboy up !