“We hit a very cold Donner Pass on Interstate 80 at around 10:30 am. (There) we briefly paid tribute to the survivors of the Donner Party and their incredible appetites. At the top of the pass a swarm of pretty butterflies was darting merrily about, enjoying the brisk morning air. We hit them doing about 70. There were big splotches of yellow on our pristine bikes. We were suddenly hauling some very cold, dead bugs."
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