After sixteen days of riding we needed a mental and physical break. I was starting to hear Obi-Wan Kenobi whistle the first strain of the march “Colonel Bogey.” A day off the saddle was in order.
We set up tent in an RV park and met two hikers traversing the Continental Divide National Scenic Trail. Adam and Bridget, that were crazier than us. At least we have the relative luxury of easy access to water, food and beer.
Adam was quick to point out that everything that they were carrying would fit in one of our rear panniers. We swapped stories and later went out in an unsuccessful search for beer (Sunday evening in a small town is not conducive to open watering holes).
Yesterday and today consisted primarily of resting, eating, cleaning and fixing. Mostly it was minor maintenance on the bikes — rotating the front and back tires to even out the wear, picking out small bits of glass and thorns that could cause punctures, checking to see that all the bolts were tight and had not started to vibrate out, etc.
Frustratingly, I’ve had numerous failures in a short amount of time (about a month on the road at this point). Gear geeks can revel in the pictures below. All others can return to their regularly scheduled lives.