"Awesome riding," one said to me.
"Who me?" I replied and laughed. If only they had seen me on the Noble Canyon Trail.
"Yeah," the other guy said. "We're about to give up and walk."
"Let's do that now," the first said, and they dismounted their bikes and began walking as I drifted ahead of them. I admit it felt good to climb, well, anything faster than the hotelers, so I pressed a little harder on my unreliable accelerator. I may have even beat them to the top of the climb if my GPS battery hadn't died, but I wasn't about to let that thing blank out for a second. They were riding again when they passed, and that was the last I'd see of the hotelers.
Map from day two.)