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08/30   Hot Hills
08/31   Maquoketa Caves State Park
09/01   Sutliff Bridge
09/02   Flags
09/03   Maasdam's Wheel Art
09/04   Neal Smith National Wildlife Refuge
09/06   Fred's Bike Shop
09/07   Clark Tower
09/08   The Terraced Hills
09/09   Tower of the Four Winds
09/10   Just gravel roads
09/11   Grand Island
09/12   Boot Hill
09/13   Highway 34 to McCook
09/15   Tinker Tom's
09/16   The Big Easel
09/17   Mount Sunflower
09/18   Long Dry Day
09/19   Colorado Springs
09/20   Camping High
09/21   Wolves and Fossils
09/22   Cottonwood Pass
09/23   Send up the bicycle guy
09/24   Kebler Pass
09/25   Grand Junction

Grand Junction

2016-09-25

tl;dr: No longer in mountains. I peddled to Delta and then across the desert to Grand Junction.

I could hear John coughing across the gravel pit early in the morning. (It turns out he doesn't have a sleeping mat and so opted to set up in some dried mud some fifty yards away from me where the sound of traffic wasn't blocked by gravel piles.) I was concerned that he may be sick due to him getting caught in the Colorado snow without enough layers, but then I remembered how he was smoking every time he stopped his bike.

As usual I was awake early, and I wanted to pack up and hit the road before sunrise, but John has all dark clothes and no real reflective gear, so I couldn't really advocate him hitting the road before first light. Awkward.

But eventually I got bored enough that I went and tried to roust him. "It is time to get up and start having fun!" It turns out he doesn't believe in getting up before the sun rises. I knew he wanted to be in Delta by 10 AM for church, so I thought he'd appreciate getting on the road early. I told him I'd be at the cafe in the next town.

John must have passed me by. Later in the day I saw a shirtless guy waving to me from atop a mesa. I couldn't tell if it was John or not. Fair well, John.

I cleaned my brake discs and replaced the pads with Chinese knockoffs I had purchased. I hope they work.

It looks like I am out of the mountains. The 20 miles into Delta was kind of in a valley, but from Delta to Grand Junction was a boring route across the desert. Originally I had planned to bike up to Grand Mesa, but I was tired of climbing, and I was concerned about how slimy the roads would be up there, and excuses. Highway 50 to Grand Junction is boring, but it has a wide shoulder, and I guess I should start getting used to boring stretches of highway.

I wanted to bike past Grand Junction up to Colorado National Monument, but it was late in the afternoon, and I was concerned about going through the ranger gate and explaining I'd be trying to camp, and there would be tourists coming back to Grand Junction on that road, and excuses. So I got a hotel for the night. At least now I can fill up the bath tub and find out where that slow leak in my sleeping pad is. And eat a tub of ice cream.

Look at all the mud jammed into this disc. That can't help.


These brake pads are down to the metal.


entering canyon lands


I am too lazy to climb up to Grand Mesa.


looking back at the mountains


misc scenery


across the desert I go


another look at Grand Mesa


looking across the highway to the Colorado River canyon


I haven't taken a picture in a few hours.


Grand Junction's art scene

see a google map of my 2016 trip

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