Flat terrain for a change

      Leaving Pueblo did not break my heart. Other than the historic downtown and nice museum, the place did not impress me.  Apparently, the legalization of pot has brought in a lot of homeless people into the city which is the reason the city park is no longer available for camping.  Tony gave me a good overview of the place but I don't need to revisit the place.

      I got an early start, 7:35, and clocked on fifty-seven miles before 1:00 pm.  Not bad. Nothing much to look at but endless expanses of farm land.  Normally I lift myself off the seat on the downhills to give my sit (sp) bone a rest.  There were almost no downhills and little rest for the seat.  Kansas will be "interesting"; I have been fine tuning alternate ways to rest my derrière.   

      In Ordway, where I am now, there is a    New Zealand woman, Gillian, who opens her house up to cyclists.  Interesting place: chickens (including a noisy rooster), bees, horses, dogs, goats, old trailers for lodging and a nice house where the bathroom and living room are located.  She required fifteen minutes of work so I help her take down a cyclone fence.  

     Derek and Nigel  Pell mysteriously reappeared after they took another route a week ago.  Looks like they got short end of the stick.  Young guys ( the rabbit), the older guy, me ( the tortoise) cross paths in pokie Ordway. Anyways, we are hitting the downtown scene, if there is one, for a couple of cold brews and dinner in some form.  They cook, I go out or get take out.  Age has its privileges.  

     Tomorrow, who knows how far my bike will take me.