Despite riding until 8pm last night, the alarm went off at 3:30am so we could get to Denver before the afternoon rain. However, we squandered that opportunity by snoozing, then sitting for an hour and a half with coffees at the Loaf ‘N Jug in town. This allowed us time to charge the camera at least, which died yesterday afternoon.
While procrastinating, we met a man who said he has cyclist friends who can’t make it over the hills between there and Denver, so we would likely have to walk. We’ve had similar conversations with other locals along the way. Everyone seems to have an unconscious sense of pride regarding the difficulty of the terrain in their area, and it doesn’t matter what you tell them you’ve already conquered.
