Colorado is like a damn dream compared to the places we’ve ridden through the past couple of days. Don’t get me wrong, I love the barren and striking landscapes of northern Arizona and New Mexico, but as soon as you cross the border in Colorado everything changes. Mountains, yellow leaves, small country roads, and cool little farms to ride by. Even though we got rained on, this was by far my favorite day of riding. (also the day that I figured out that when I eat mexican food I ride like a champion)
So, like any good addict, we found the cheapest motel in town and holed up with our reward food. I tried my best to eat a whole fried chicken and Heath went with salad, ice cream, and one pound of peanut butter M&M’s. We’re slowly admitting to ourselves that we might be the very first people ever to cycle across the country and gain weight at the same time.