So I made it into Fairplay and checked the town out. For not having a railroad near by that I could see it many old buildings.
It also had the famous Front St from the east coast.
I also learned why the national forest had people living in them. In the 1930s they issued permits to live their and of course they don't want to give them up.
Seems fittin the selfish people don't want you to camp there either.
I chatted with a lady from the historical soceity. The library was built in 1896 and it was a couthouse with a mock setting complete with chair. Even had vaults where you could find books dtacked on shelfs
We agreed on BLM land.
They agency hides it from us and the locals don't want you on there. I talked to the ranger lady and discussed BLM she told me of a road on the right. Here I am in the most aloof public entity of America. There was a beware of dog sign on the gate. Next to it close gate my cows are on open range. So now I have better cell phone coverage than in the city Imagine that. The ride out to red pass was easy and dangerous. It is offical I have 85 miles left tommorow that goes down to 45.
I am at 9000 feet. Battery is almost gone and I will need some charging
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Friday, August 1, 2008
Buena Vista to Forest road 215 now 307. 8 miles
So leaving the expansive shoulder of 24 to a small one foot shoulder proved difficult for some drives. Of course now spoiled I to re adjust to almost loosing my life every time two motors meet. Semis even.
At any rate I survived the ordeal. For some rational little and I mean little sections had a wide shoulder. I think I will be old and gray by the time they complete that portion of HWY.
They had the coligate scenic view ahead just as I climbed a small hill. There was rain on the road and I must have missed that. Just like sunday when I saw the rumble strips filled with rain. Storms behind me and rain as present before me. I think the rain behind me was local MT stuff not affecting me.
The ride reminded of a few other places I climbed more than I went down. I entered the San Isabel forest and quickly found 315 I knew I was golden then. Signed and every thing. (They called them county roads). Again flat land is a hard thing to find so with light dwindling around I rode on I knew this wasn't an expansive forest by any means. Which I was a little worried for that reason yet it proved to be a forest yeah.
So then I saw 305 life is good then I got thrown off by 307 the book said 215. So I am guessing they wanted it to jive with the rest of the forest 302 and 304 were I believe transferred into other roads as I didn't see them. They also would have come before the forest sign. That sign is like gold. You may commence sleep.
So I decided to keep going still 307 would rejoin with 285. And behold has twilight was creeping up on me I saw it rejoin. Not only that there was flat land! I only needed to go about a 1/4 mile off the main road. There is a bridge in case I need shelter. Water in case I need to filter. And that gargling sound streams make.
On a side note I saw an aquarium 10 gallon with some rain water in it. On 24 heading into Buena Vista
I also was on the colgiate peaks scenic by way. Wow lots of by ways.
By the numbers I had a great day! 54 miles. I am just about under a hundred left.
By the time you read this I will be passing 80 miles and i will have 4 more days left.
But for now a few days rest.
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So leaving the expansive shoulder of 24 to a small one foot shoulder proved difficult for some drives. Of course now spoiled I to re adjust to almost loosing my life every time two motors meet. Semis even.
At any rate I survived the ordeal. For some rational little and I mean little sections had a wide shoulder. I think I will be old and gray by the time they complete that portion of HWY.
They had the coligate scenic view ahead just as I climbed a small hill. There was rain on the road and I must have missed that. Just like sunday when I saw the rumble strips filled with rain. Storms behind me and rain as present before me. I think the rain behind me was local MT stuff not affecting me.
The ride reminded of a few other places I climbed more than I went down. I entered the San Isabel forest and quickly found 315 I knew I was golden then. Signed and every thing. (They called them county roads). Again flat land is a hard thing to find so with light dwindling around I rode on I knew this wasn't an expansive forest by any means. Which I was a little worried for that reason yet it proved to be a forest yeah.
So then I saw 305 life is good then I got thrown off by 307 the book said 215. So I am guessing they wanted it to jive with the rest of the forest 302 and 304 were I believe transferred into other roads as I didn't see them. They also would have come before the forest sign. That sign is like gold. You may commence sleep.
So I decided to keep going still 307 would rejoin with 285. And behold has twilight was creeping up on me I saw it rejoin. Not only that there was flat land! I only needed to go about a 1/4 mile off the main road. There is a bridge in case I need shelter. Water in case I need to filter. And that gargling sound streams make.
On a side note I saw an aquarium 10 gallon with some rain water in it. On 24 heading into Buena Vista
I also was on the colgiate peaks scenic by way. Wow lots of by ways.
By the numbers I had a great day! 54 miles. I am just about under a hundred left.
By the time you read this I will be passing 80 miles and i will have 4 more days left.
But for now a few days rest.
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A day of rest.
I have not had two days of rest in over 15 days. I had been outside Walden with 20 or so more days to go. My restlessness got the better of me I cycled more miles trying to forget the dates set aside. Racing towards some unseen goal or finish line I did not want to cross. I knew as children know the night before they open there christmas presents, something greater lingers on the edge of my horizon. For now I only needed to get up and cycle to the hidden plane.
Like the child something new to obtain and behold. Now amiss with the looming deadline. A herd of anexity awaits for my corral.
My life in an endless jump crafting mystery from boredom and shunning any thing not so foreign.
For that fleeting moment until it becomes routine and subtle. Comfortable in the way socks cling to my feet.
This profound torment and my daily routines squeeze my lungs with a pacified air.
Out here life is simple get up and explore nature as it awaits and adorns unconditionally never closing never having scorn.
I rest on her and she allows me to dream. I walk with her and she never leaves.
Now closing another chapter and writting anew I drift off in questionable thought.
Tomorrow another day of resting and reflecting. Engrossing in an English novel of days before equality. Before a person could be free from the chains of money.
I am awaiting my own christmas. Patiently as possible with little cycling to do I can only soak up the time allowed. Where the radios are silent, the tvs blank, and introspection has no mirror.
in a few days I will be pulled from the secrecy which I have groomed, I will be brought back to a life I have crafted with skilled precision and nature's opened gifts that await my companionship.
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I have not had two days of rest in over 15 days. I had been outside Walden with 20 or so more days to go. My restlessness got the better of me I cycled more miles trying to forget the dates set aside. Racing towards some unseen goal or finish line I did not want to cross. I knew as children know the night before they open there christmas presents, something greater lingers on the edge of my horizon. For now I only needed to get up and cycle to the hidden plane.
Like the child something new to obtain and behold. Now amiss with the looming deadline. A herd of anexity awaits for my corral.
My life in an endless jump crafting mystery from boredom and shunning any thing not so foreign.
For that fleeting moment until it becomes routine and subtle. Comfortable in the way socks cling to my feet.
This profound torment and my daily routines squeeze my lungs with a pacified air.
Out here life is simple get up and explore nature as it awaits and adorns unconditionally never closing never having scorn.
I rest on her and she allows me to dream. I walk with her and she never leaves.
Now closing another chapter and writting anew I drift off in questionable thought.
Tomorrow another day of resting and reflecting. Engrossing in an English novel of days before equality. Before a person could be free from the chains of money.
I am awaiting my own christmas. Patiently as possible with little cycling to do I can only soak up the time allowed. Where the radios are silent, the tvs blank, and introspection has no mirror.
in a few days I will be pulled from the secrecy which I have groomed, I will be brought back to a life I have crafted with skilled precision and nature's opened gifts that await my companionship.
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Another rest day.
I cleaned up my camp and got things in order, for a quick departure.
I am groggy from all the sleep and resting.
I almost finished aye the Tai-Pan. An fantastic read. 720 pages of excitement.
Although I am going buggy with thy speech. Na that I would want modern speech slang in an 1840s book.
Wow to thee writer must'n be difficult.
Nice and cool at 8000 feet.
I am in a valley so the sun is lazy greeting me and quick to retreat.
Tommorow shall be a challenge at best with my joss and strength I will climb my last three passes if not there is always tommorow.
Yes August 1st and six more days.
For now sleep!
I cleaned up my camp and got things in order, for a quick departure.
I am groggy from all the sleep and resting.
I almost finished aye the Tai-Pan. An fantastic read. 720 pages of excitement.
Although I am going buggy with thy speech. Na that I would want modern speech slang in an 1840s book.
Wow to thee writer must'n be difficult.
Nice and cool at 8000 feet.
I am in a valley so the sun is lazy greeting me and quick to retreat.
Tommorow shall be a challenge at best with my joss and strength I will climb my last three passes if not there is always tommorow.
Yes August 1st and six more days.
For now sleep!
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So I woke up a little latter than normal and got out at 0730 hours. I rode up to 9300 trout pass seemed rather easy for 1200 feet. Of course all the semis and trucks wizzing by me sure didn't help much. Comming down I topped out at 37 miles since I had to move a little more than I wanted to be on the side of the road. With a 1 foot shoulder and very bumpy white line.
It was a no brainer I tried a different route. I found out why traffic was so stack. I took 24 to Hartsal. Another 13 miles. Up and down at one point the chip seal was pretty rough. It was about two miles out of my way, but anything to avoid 285. The town Hartsel was after SR9 so it was only 11 miles. SR 9 now below the interstate. Everyone was avoiding this because of construction. I still had my share of idiots and the route was going up. At point a huge started blowing his horn. Keep in mind all the semis never did. So I just took my lane by moving more left. After it was a nice passing zone and I am sure the rv could come back the other way. So why not pass me like any other vehicle eh?
At any rate I got to look at the 14s the whole way as there ahead and to the left, this portion of the trip was 17 miles.
At one point for about .5 miles they reduced it to one lane. I was told by the flagg man that I could ride in the dead lane. I did. I only had to wait long enough to get off my bike and grab some water and they flag man let our lane go.
Amazing how a new road doesn't warrant a shoulder. Considering this was an AcA route. I will say all the truckers too extra caution when passing me. Most of them had to slow down and wait to move over and pass me proper.
Fairplay is nestled in the MT. By now I was biking and resting. The last five miles felt forever with a head wind. I also saw a bicycle 76 sign not sure what that ment but if it gives me a wide lane then great.
So a nice long rest and then my red hill climb. Since I didnt loose to much during my ride I should have only a few thousand to climb.
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It was a no brainer I tried a different route. I found out why traffic was so stack. I took 24 to Hartsal. Another 13 miles. Up and down at one point the chip seal was pretty rough. It was about two miles out of my way, but anything to avoid 285. The town Hartsel was after SR9 so it was only 11 miles. SR 9 now below the interstate. Everyone was avoiding this because of construction. I still had my share of idiots and the route was going up. At point a huge started blowing his horn. Keep in mind all the semis never did. So I just took my lane by moving more left. After it was a nice passing zone and I am sure the rv could come back the other way. So why not pass me like any other vehicle eh?
At any rate I got to look at the 14s the whole way as there ahead and to the left, this portion of the trip was 17 miles.
At one point for about .5 miles they reduced it to one lane. I was told by the flagg man that I could ride in the dead lane. I did. I only had to wait long enough to get off my bike and grab some water and they flag man let our lane go.
Amazing how a new road doesn't warrant a shoulder. Considering this was an AcA route. I will say all the truckers too extra caution when passing me. Most of them had to slow down and wait to move over and pass me proper.
Fairplay is nestled in the MT. By now I was biking and resting. The last five miles felt forever with a head wind. I also saw a bicycle 76 sign not sure what that ment but if it gives me a wide lane then great.
So a nice long rest and then my red hill climb. Since I didnt loose to much during my ride I should have only a few thousand to climb.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Pancho Springs to Bunea Vista.
Pretty easy ride up down and then some more up. Rather simple followed the Arksnas river which was going south. It was hot but I still am at 7500 feet. I went 2 miles to the big town. Did some library will eat dinner and then go shopping for a few items. I have everything mapped out and I get to finish my adventure at red rocks. Should be pretty easy I am dropping down to less than a 100 miles in about 10 miles I get a couple more rest days. Then climb three passes in one day ouch. Then rest some more and head into Red Rocks.
It is hard to plan to land in Denver right on the day.
I am going for the 5th. We will see. 100 miles sure doesn't sound like that much.
We will see. I remember starting out it sure did.
So I am at the library and chillen I might even go KOA just might since I have plenty of free camping.
I would defiantly recommend the way I went I had all the big shoulders when the other side didn't.
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Pretty easy ride up down and then some more up. Rather simple followed the Arksnas river which was going south. It was hot but I still am at 7500 feet. I went 2 miles to the big town. Did some library will eat dinner and then go shopping for a few items. I have everything mapped out and I get to finish my adventure at red rocks. Should be pretty easy I am dropping down to less than a 100 miles in about 10 miles I get a couple more rest days. Then climb three passes in one day ouch. Then rest some more and head into Red Rocks.
It is hard to plan to land in Denver right on the day.
I am going for the 5th. We will see. 100 miles sure doesn't sound like that much.
We will see. I remember starting out it sure did.
So I am at the library and chillen I might even go KOA just might since I have plenty of free camping.
I would defiantly recommend the way I went I had all the big shoulders when the other side didn't.
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So in 22 my extension extension has been completed and I will be back on just my extension.
WoW
What a ride it only took a week wow even with my slow ass and two Passes.
I rested yesterday I didn't do anything but sleep the whole time I was out.
I had cycled seven days straight. And resting on the Continetal Divide seemed fitting. I had to hike a good distance in to find the first flat spot. Which turned into a mini stream. I slept till 1400 hours and then woke up as some drops fell on my face. I slipped the fly on and waited it hailed, rained and lighting.
The sound of the thunder was deafing in the canyon.
I periodically looked out at my small stream make sure it didn't flash on me. Most of my tent avoid the stream just a piece of the corner I made sure the stream could under it. I saw maybe a foot wide. It rained for hours. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was my alarm. I must have been super tired. I even got up late. Waiting for it to warm up a tad bit.
WoW
What a ride it only took a week wow even with my slow ass and two Passes.
I rested yesterday I didn't do anything but sleep the whole time I was out.
I had cycled seven days straight. And resting on the Continetal Divide seemed fitting. I had to hike a good distance in to find the first flat spot. Which turned into a mini stream. I slept till 1400 hours and then woke up as some drops fell on my face. I slipped the fly on and waited it hailed, rained and lighting.
The sound of the thunder was deafing in the canyon.
I periodically looked out at my small stream make sure it didn't flash on me. Most of my tent avoid the stream just a piece of the corner I made sure the stream could under it. I saw maybe a foot wide. It rained for hours. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was my alarm. I must have been super tired. I even got up late. Waiting for it to warm up a tad bit.
Most passes you climb climb and then at the top you get a picture with a plaque. Not this pass.
Monarch Crest operated since 1954. The pass originally transported goods and helped the mines. Then they rebuilt the pass for autos. Monarch the town survived on skiing. Then they rebuilt the current road to modernize it. The other side had only one lane going up. So I picked the right side for that climb.
Monarch Crest was an oddity at best they even have a gondala ride up to tthe top of a MT.. They had a wildlife section with stuffed animals. I could have bought a gun. Then the gift section. they also had a forest section which told the history. Lastly they had a food place where you could eat. I saw three bicycle tourist come in a pack and I passed one lady on her way up she was just out for a ride. The place burnt down in 1988 they had trouble getting up the pass and then ran out of water and had to go to Modina mines to get water. So the next place was built out of concrete with a green roof. This place was great but will it end up a ghost? We will see.
The ride down I topped 40 miles for the first time. It went pretty fast the whole 13 miles no shoulder. I stopped a few times to chill out ha thaw out!
I am now in Pancho Springs not much here I have another 25 more miles to end my day in a forest.
Kudos to the Pancho springs visitor center for the free wifi if they would only open there doors. They claim they are the crossroads to the rockies.
So I should be back on 285 headed for Denver by the end of the day.
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Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday Gunnison to Monarch crest
41 miles and climbed to 11312 feet
So after eyeing some thunderstorms and waiting as long as I can. I headed out of the city at 1500. It was bicycle city lots of them. I saw a half a dozen unlocked bikes at the grocery store.
There was art in the park I stopped there for a short bit. I also got a subway the usual. The ranger station didn't display a map but I had a picture of the map.
I also got some air at the Conoco since it was free.
I did some laundry, acquired food, and talked on the phone. I also picked up some screws. I was tempted to stay at the KOA but decided I could get some miles under my saddle instead. The ride continued to follow the river as it got narrow and lazy. I was still in a wide canyon with mesas abound.
For most of my adventure it was down hill I had the wide shoulder and still the water was on my side. . I was making some good time but it never reflects it. After about 20 miles and after Gunnison there was only service in Sergents. Which for 5 bucks a half gallon of milk no thanks. Amazing how gas is cheaper than milk.
The whole way I saw rain behind me and skeeters trying to bite me. Talk about motivation. I only got sprinkled on. At the end of the day sprinkles were a little heavy and I wrapped my gear up with a tarp. The shoulder dropped off as I entered the forest Gunnison. I had a huge shed on a trailer almost hit me and some idot who ran me off the road when he was passing a semi.
I started climbing shortly after Sergents. I had 9 miles of 6% not to much fun, but they had a lot pull outs and a second lane for mr all the way up. It was either wait somewhere at the bottom or climb I decided to climb given how safe Sunday night traffic is compared to Monday morning traffic. It took roughly three hours to ascend. I reached the top just before 0000 hours. I tried in vain for a place for my tent it was a little to hilly I walked up 906 and just when I am maybe going to get flat land "No public access". That figures. I then decided to hike back down this is going nowhere. After I got back I then did like all the other truckers ripped out my sleeping bag and tarp and slept till 0600 in the parking lot. No stealth here and no problems. Trying to find a place to sleep is a bitch. I then tried to climb this MT in daylight hours so I could watch my bike no dice.
So I am going to try a place a little closer to the road if that doesn't work I am going to use the Continental divide trail and descend a little see if I can't find a frikin piece of flat land. I am going to use the CD with the trail register if that happens. On 906. Since I know there is a creek (5 miles ouch) I can filter my water. (Hopefully or I will just come up after one night.)
Of course the view is out of this world and they have a gandala ride up to 12 foot peak for 7 bucks. Which when I climbed my MT I saw cell towers o joy. Well I am now 156 mi closer. Now that my tour is winding down I want it to be over and move onto the next fun adventure. Which will be a fast 600 mile an hour jet to MLPS for some relaxation and maybe some bike riding.
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41 miles and climbed to 11312 feet
So after eyeing some thunderstorms and waiting as long as I can. I headed out of the city at 1500. It was bicycle city lots of them. I saw a half a dozen unlocked bikes at the grocery store.
There was art in the park I stopped there for a short bit. I also got a subway the usual. The ranger station didn't display a map but I had a picture of the map.
I also got some air at the Conoco since it was free.
I did some laundry, acquired food, and talked on the phone. I also picked up some screws. I was tempted to stay at the KOA but decided I could get some miles under my saddle instead. The ride continued to follow the river as it got narrow and lazy. I was still in a wide canyon with mesas abound.
For most of my adventure it was down hill I had the wide shoulder and still the water was on my side. . I was making some good time but it never reflects it. After about 20 miles and after Gunnison there was only service in Sergents. Which for 5 bucks a half gallon of milk no thanks. Amazing how gas is cheaper than milk.
The whole way I saw rain behind me and skeeters trying to bite me. Talk about motivation. I only got sprinkled on. At the end of the day sprinkles were a little heavy and I wrapped my gear up with a tarp. The shoulder dropped off as I entered the forest Gunnison. I had a huge shed on a trailer almost hit me and some idot who ran me off the road when he was passing a semi.
I started climbing shortly after Sergents. I had 9 miles of 6% not to much fun, but they had a lot pull outs and a second lane for mr all the way up. It was either wait somewhere at the bottom or climb I decided to climb given how safe Sunday night traffic is compared to Monday morning traffic. It took roughly three hours to ascend. I reached the top just before 0000 hours. I tried in vain for a place for my tent it was a little to hilly I walked up 906 and just when I am maybe going to get flat land "No public access". That figures. I then decided to hike back down this is going nowhere. After I got back I then did like all the other truckers ripped out my sleeping bag and tarp and slept till 0600 in the parking lot. No stealth here and no problems. Trying to find a place to sleep is a bitch. I then tried to climb this MT in daylight hours so I could watch my bike no dice.
So I am going to try a place a little closer to the road if that doesn't work I am going to use the Continental divide trail and descend a little see if I can't find a frikin piece of flat land. I am going to use the CD with the trail register if that happens. On 906. Since I know there is a creek (5 miles ouch) I can filter my water. (Hopefully or I will just come up after one night.)
Of course the view is out of this world and they have a gandala ride up to 12 foot peak for 7 bucks. Which when I climbed my MT I saw cell towers o joy. Well I am now 156 mi closer. Now that my tour is winding down I want it to be over and move onto the next fun adventure. Which will be a fast 600 mile an hour jet to MLPS for some relaxation and maybe some bike riding.
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Sunday, July 27, 2008
So I collected water at the picnic ground next to the boat wash. They're trying to prevent mussels from getting in the water.
I ate my ranon, PBs, apricots, and had some ritz crackers. I manage to drink almost a half gallon of water right there.
I saw some thunderstorms coming my way and exited. I was having good luck dodging them over the last week and today it appears I remain dry. Even though it is raining all around me ha! Even at night I thought I was going to get rained and nope no rain for you. I can see why Gunnison has the title coldest place. For some reason this is a very cold place.
I went to my first site and playing by the rules no camp within a .5 mi literally took me out of the recreation area and onto state land where you need stamps.
I decided not to forge through to the National forest after all I had a back up plan. The lake is 96 miles long they say I believe it. I met a couple of tourist who looked prepared after I came out of Rainbow lake road. I had a nice graded hill. Today was pretty easy even when I went uphill. After crossing the dam was my hardest hill. Oh I loath 50 nice wide shoulder chopped up with rumble strips and wildflowers blocking your path. For Saturday it was busy. As I said it was an easy ride compared to the last several. Tomorrow I get to go back to the great forest land. I will be happy maybe not so happy to cross Monarch pass a 11500. I will make sure I take a rest day.
So I winded through the now Gunnison canyon with still has the lake beside me which gave way to more mesas on top. I finally arrived on some BLM land I had to turn around as I missed the road. Funny thing they don't say road 726 they say Gunnison wildlife area. Another ruse? Yet the smart and wily bunch will look at a map and go aha there is BLM just before I have to use those stamps. So now I am literally on the fence posts of state land as CO is filled with land you can't physically camp on due to a massive angles and sage brush the sage brush is evenly spaced for water rights. I managed to find a bare spot. The land was great no skeeters, ontop of a hill which looked over the valley and the river now which rain through with of course MTs in the back ground.
I ate my ranon, PBs, apricots, and had some ritz crackers. I manage to drink almost a half gallon of water right there.
I saw some thunderstorms coming my way and exited. I was having good luck dodging them over the last week and today it appears I remain dry. Even though it is raining all around me ha! Even at night I thought I was going to get rained and nope no rain for you. I can see why Gunnison has the title coldest place. For some reason this is a very cold place.
I went to my first site and playing by the rules no camp within a .5 mi literally took me out of the recreation area and onto state land where you need stamps.
I decided not to forge through to the National forest after all I had a back up plan. The lake is 96 miles long they say I believe it. I met a couple of tourist who looked prepared after I came out of Rainbow lake road. I had a nice graded hill. Today was pretty easy even when I went uphill. After crossing the dam was my hardest hill. Oh I loath 50 nice wide shoulder chopped up with rumble strips and wildflowers blocking your path. For Saturday it was busy. As I said it was an easy ride compared to the last several. Tomorrow I get to go back to the great forest land. I will be happy maybe not so happy to cross Monarch pass a 11500. I will make sure I take a rest day.
So I winded through the now Gunnison canyon with still has the lake beside me which gave way to more mesas on top. I finally arrived on some BLM land I had to turn around as I missed the road. Funny thing they don't say road 726 they say Gunnison wildlife area. Another ruse? Yet the smart and wily bunch will look at a map and go aha there is BLM just before I have to use those stamps. So now I am literally on the fence posts of state land as CO is filled with land you can't physically camp on due to a massive angles and sage brush the sage brush is evenly spaced for water rights. I managed to find a bare spot. The land was great no skeeters, ontop of a hill which looked over the valley and the river now which rain through with of course MTs in the back ground.
At any rate I am outside Gunnison and will head there tomorrow.
So today is sunday no library yet no blue laws either thank god (joke).
I arrived and started my searches after I arrived at a safeway which was from the 1950s. I knew there had to be another food store and there was. I don't like rip off palace. So I happily went out of my way and arrived at a better place.
The ride was pretty easy again river flowing up hill and me going semi down.
I was comming into town and all these old 50s motels sprang up to greet you right before the city.
The Rodeway inn won the 2008 best inn award. I was like what kinda obscure award is that for that crappy place.
I then passed the airport and found two frontage roads and the huge expansive 50 talk about a waste of space. You would score a touchdown each time you crossed the streets. After I got my food I pigged out. Yogurt, breakfast burrito, cookies oatmeal, coleslaw, and 3 string cheeses.
It seems I can't sleep on anymore. I managed to make it to 700 this morning out on the road by 800.
So now what to do?
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