Crossed into Colorado

     Three of use crossed into Colorado via route 125, my fifth state and nearly two thousand miles into the trip.   Derek and Nigel have been excellent companions, especially while riding through some desolate areas. When we get to Hot Sulpher Springs, I will chill for a day.  The boys have a deadline and I don't.  

   Only fifty-one miles today; nevertheless a challenge given all the hills.  Running out of water was a major concern.

   We blew into Walden, Colorada, a pokie town with a library, court house, park ( where we are camping) and few stores, bars and motels/hotels.  Most of the small towns I go through are either nearly ghost towns or struggling economically.  Mining, lumbering, tourism, cattle ranches and not much else keeps these places alive.

     Everyday, we pass several cyclists on their way to some distant destination.  All of us are having the experience of our life.

Most of our friends think we are crazy.