jdp-
lights, flashes, weird colours. Some weird perspective distortions, stuff like that. No imaginary beasts or anything like that.
After I saw a mountain lion in southern Colorado, I did get pretty paranoid about big cats, much more than I was about bears. Going over Polvadera Mesa, which was my worst day, not enough water, 45ยบ heat, no sleep, I was imagining all sorts of animals, tree stumps or logs would appear to be cats, marks in the sand would appear to be paw prints. Fuck, that day was horrible.
In terms of Demons, well, it's a very personal thing, and it was a very personal journey. So much free time for your mind. I try to keep my mind pretty empty when I ride, much like meditation, then the important stuff comes to the surface. I haven't written about my race as so much stuff came up. I can say I am incredibly glad I did it, it changed my outlook on a lot of stuff, made me much more confident, and made me try to approach things without any expectations. Not saying this would be the case for everyone, but me, yes.
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I would think most people get picked up. Friends/family or Jeffery in Hachita. He can take you to El Paso for flights, Lordsburg/Silver City for busses. If you need to get to Phoenix, that's a bit much for him, as it's a 600 mile round trip.
My contingency was to ride to phoenix if I missed my cousin, but the heat, and being bored of riding, made me rush to make sure I got a lift. I didn't fancy 300 miles of desert highway after the race.
Demons, lots. Hallucinations, lots. Nodded off on the bike a few times too.