I made my way through the town and found Route 70, like I was supposed to, the wierd thing is that it turned into a highway. I thought I was done with dodging cars and trucks flying onto entrance and exit ramps.
As I made my way further away from the city the traffic thinned. Then I saw it. The stripe of black that was going straight up the mountain just happened to be the road that I needed to take. Bonus!!!
I had about 9 miles left in the 30 mile day when I got to the base of the straight up road that would deliver me to the top. I had planned on walking it because, well, it's a huge mountain.
About that time, a sweet song came on the old headphones and got me just stoked enough to keep running. So I put it on repeat and listened to it a total of 13 time while I ran the whole way to the top. I was glad I did too because nothing; I say, NOTHING makes you feel more like a man than cruising steadily up a mountain while you listen to semi-trucks struggle up the same slice of road.
This is the backside of the mountain in the first picture. And the pass I went through was at 5,719 ft. called St. Augustine pass.