Stage 3: 112km. Leaving our second base camp in the dust behind us, we ripped down a false flat through endless Mongolian pastureland. The lead group swelled to 20-30 riders as the riders were enjoying the cool morning air and the vistas surrounding them. It was the calm before the storm as riders chit chatted and tried to take in the good moments before the real racing broke out. Heading into a tight valley, Barry Wicks went to the front and dwindled the lead group to 9 riders. The next 40 km was spent riding up and down small Mongolian passes with the odd Ger hut pitched on the valley edges. It was very similar to riding up in the high alpine back in Canada with green grass, wildflowers and fresh breezes of some of the cleanest air on earth. Read More→