111 miles. Welcome to Colorful Colorado, as the sign says.
We biked most of the way, but as the sun was lowering itself in the sky, we decided that biking in the pitch black wasn't safe. Up went our thumbs, and the first car pulled over; it was a pickup truck hauling a trailer with another pickup. Perfect! They were a friendly couple in their 50's from Astoria, OR, where this grand adventure began.
We left Rawlins at 6 and cruised most of the morning. Around 9:30, we came upon a sag vehicle for a group of young 20 somethings, riding across the US to raise money for young adults with cancer. They had all the van doors open and were blasting hip hop music; I shook my booty a bit and we all chatted with the riders. Most were from Baltimore, but they were from all over. And they fed us, so it's always a plus running into a supported ride.
In passing, we met Don and Dottie, a very chipper couple in their early 60's, riding the TransAm west-bound. Dottie had a smiley face slinky hanging from her shifter. When she's having a rough day, she looks at the smiley face and it cheers her up.
After lunch, we were smacked with another strong headwind. Gahhh, it is so frustrating to push the pedals hard on a downhill. We tried drafting, but the crosswinds made it difficult. Maybe Colorado will have more trees to block the wind? Oh, and it is colorful - green grass!
We cooked dinner in the city park where we are camping. Broccoli cheddar rice was my gourmet dinner, with roasted almonds as an appetizer. There's a few other cyclists here too, going west on the TransAm. One fellow is from NY and maintains a section of the AT, just north of Pawling, NY.
The below photo is of Bill helping McKinley see if she needed to make any saddle adjustments. I was being sneaky, waiting to capture a fall, but alas, it didn't happen :)
Oh, and that was my disgusting lunch of champions, from Family Dollar.
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