We rode 62 miles to the little town of Glenwood, one of the finest, loveliest days on my bike I have ever experienced. We had about 2400 feet of climbing and 3600 feet of descent, mostly gentle in both directions. Mountains on both sides, flowers, cottonwoods just leading out, a perfect temperature, blue skies, and staying tonight in comfortable cabins at the edge of a stream. It’s hard to imagine anything much nicer. And we are pretty sure tomorrow will be a completely different story. Stay tuned.
We crossed the continental divide about 4 miles into the ride.
Fortunately there wasn’t much traffic so we could focus on the scenery.
We stopped in a saddle shop and met the proprietor, a third generation saddle maker. He shares the premises with a taxidermist, and he informed us that most everyone he knows carries a gun. On that topic, we rode past two boys, maybe 9 and 11, who were carrying rifles.
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