The van circling us last night turned out to be the neighborhood watchman. “Oh he just likes young girls,” our waitress at breakfast told us. Haha.
Uncle Billy’s Favorite Things. Free coffee for cyclists.
“Buffalo gourd? The Indians used to eat them. I tried one but they taste awful, like old wood.”
One of the many small towns we passed through on the plains past Pueblo.
The wind wasn’t so bad today. Our lunch stop in Haswell.
We met Eric back in Sugar City. He’s from Santa Cruz and is going to NY as well. He averages 100 miles a day. We first saw him near Sargents at the end of our day — he came out of nowhere super hyped and was heading up Monarch’s Pass.
“These rumble strips are quite gentle”
Break with shade. 58 miles to go!
Towner, last town in Colorado.
KANSAS! 16 miles to our campsite at the city park. It was slightly downhill and we had a thunderstorm to look at in the distance.
Tons of buggies and toads by the pool. Took cold showers, ate pasta and called it a night.
Oh yeah, the town’s speakers were blasting Super Freak at 9:30pm when we rolled in. Huh? It was great.