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June 8, 2010
Good morning from South Fork, CO! Yesterday was a great day for the ride. The day was supposed to be a grueling test of endurance and will, boasting a 10 mile mountain that looked to go straight up. But instead of dragging their bikes up the mountain, the guys handled it like it was a hill back in Kentucky, finishing the day by one o’clock, the earliest we’ve finished a route in the whole trip. It’s cool how the human body works. Once it’s pushed to it’s limit day after day, it finds ways to adapt and grow stronger faster. The guys’ legs are clearly used to the hills and now most of them hardly feel a burn when they climb.
After finishing the day of riding, we stopped in a local restaurant called the “Hungry Logger” for some lunch. It’s funny to see different small towns and the places in them that have been there for so long. Most of the places we’ve stayed or passed through have been little towns with not much more than a gas station on the corner and a couple of food places that always have the same original title- “Restaurant.”
The rest of the day was basically a half-rest day. This trip is spoiling me with good scenery. We stayed in a cabin in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and enjoyed getting to lay down on beds for the second night in a row. I must confess, the only thing we watched on TV was You’ve Got Mail…
Anyways, today shouldn’t be too rough of a day, as the terrain is pretty much flat all day. Colorado reminds me a lot of Kentucky, just bigger. Parts of it are surprisingly flat too. I guess it’s not all mountains and ski resorts. But yesterday I saw one of the best views of the trip. We stopped halfway up the mountain on our way through Wolfcreek Pass and the peaks split, showing the San Juan river snaking through, cutting a valley that stretched for miles. What a talented artist the Creator of all this must be.
I would also like to take this time to announce something rather important. Today was the first day we found sweet tea this side of the Mississippi! Every restaurant we’ve eaten in since Oceanside has looked at us like a bunch of hicks when we ask for sweet tea. It feels good to have a little taste of the South again.
As a friend of mine, Dorothy, used to say..”There’s no place like home.”
Missing the Bluegrass,
Jordan-FAA
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