Today was a bit brutal. I woke up with about 50 gnat bites on my legs that I got while we were sitting around getting water at a speing yesterday. Then we descended off the north side of the Superstitions and were expecting a breezy 13 miles. Instead, we were faced with a trail alternating between a rough jeep two-track and a rocky creek bed washed out by recent floods. Going was slow and somewhat treacherous, as we’re finding it is easy to skid out going downhill on this trail. In the late afternoon, grumpy and with low morale, we finally got to the marina at Roosevelt Lake where we decompressed with a few beers and picked up one of the food resupplies we’d mailed ourselves in early March. This area is funny, full of fishing vacationers and bikers. Definitely feels like an Americana time capsule.