Stage 20. Short sleeves, fingerless gloves and white goggles at Tre Cime di Lavaredo.

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

As a kid, I learned that admitting defeat was going to be an important skill for me to have, one I'd come to use often in life. In my attempt to convey my days at the Giro now that I'm back in the United States, the ability to admit that I've been defeated has come in handy. That's because I've been sitting here, staring at a blank screen, trying to figure out how to relay my experiences at the Giro to you, and I've come to realize that I'm simply unable to.

To be more specific, I lack the communication skills to do so, at least right now.

So for the time being, I'll simply share some of the photos I took during the Giro—stage 20 in particular—as I try to get my thoughts together, though I don't anticipate being able to write a thoroughly descriptive account of the trip all. Due to the amount of photos I took, I'll be posting several times this week, in order to share the images, and (perhaps) random thoughts they trigger with you. Enjoy.

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition

Photo: Cycling Inquisition