Friday, July 8, 2011

Day Thirty Seven

The Rockies. We found them. We rode 76 miles from La Junta, CO to Walsenburg, CO.

We had a rough start. About two miles down the road, my back tire went flat. Fairly expected, but ugh nonetheless. So we patched the tube, but halfway through pumping it we could still hear another leak. So the tire came off again. We put my front tire and tube on my back wheel, and my back tire and a new tube on the front wheel. That worked, and got me through the day.

The day was a 75 mile stretch of nothing. It was absolutely beautiful, but barren. We'd gotten lunch this morning, knowing it was a bare stretch, which I'm certainly glad we did. Finally we came over a rise and, boom, mountains. Shortly after, we came over anther rise, and we could see what we were about to be up against. It was cloudy, so the view was a bit hazy, but it looked pretty ominous.


We made it to Walsenburg and got mediocre Mexican food for dinner. We sat and listened to New Found Glory and ate our burritos. Then we went to the gas station to stock up on food for another pretty barren stretch tomorrow. It was pretty dark by this point, so we high-tailed it out of town the three miles or so to Lathrop State Park. It's on the way, so it's just three less miles we have to do tomorrow. We've gotten in late enough that I'm pretty sure we're not going to have to pay, which would be stellar.

Tomorrow: Waking up early to trek to Alamosa, CO so that we're there before six to pick up our new tires. It will be our first day of doing legitimate mountains.

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