Kansas baby, Kansas!

So at the end of March I boarded a plane and departed to Denver, CO. My final destination was to reach Walsenburg, CO by day's end. A mere 163 miles, bah! I might just be able to bike that far in a (half) day, I am after all superhuman. To complicate matters I headed North-West in the rental car to Boulder; visiting my friend Doug and his family. We enjoyed popsicles together, his daughter's first.

My prophecy appeared in Pueblo, CO as I began my abridged 60+ mile ride. Thunder was looming all around and the skies were gray as a macbeth card. The prophet was an grey haired man in his 60s wearing a flannel shirt during the late day in 80ºF humid day. He was walking a curious hairless dog. The leash was attached to a stick, not a rope- was he blind? The storms were looming, thunder to the man's back and in the direction I was headed. He was obviously hurrying home and the dog didn't have a problem being obedient today. He blurted out "Good luck" showing his lack of teeth; he continued to scurry past me in opposite direction.



As Craigga would say 'Go Kansas'! Susan and I crossed into Kansas last week on Tuesday. By the time I stopped on Saturday @ 12 I had biked nearly 450 miles. During those long days we got to see wheat fields (one corn field), lots of protective cows, a washed out road and hail just to name a few.