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.