We arrived in Colorado, the land of mountains and mountains!
After spending 2 days riding through the desolate lands of eastern Colorado my brain started to tire. "This is worse than Kansas," I thought. Kansas was one straight shot through farmland. It was repetitive, for sure, but at least the color of the field changed every so often. I was elated by the fact that we finally reached state borders. We have been looking forward to Colorado and the mountains ever since we started this trip. But somehow, my excitement didn't hold very long. Eastern Colorado sure didn't have any farmland, in fact, it was pretty much barren. The land is not fertile enough to grow anything on and the scenery never changed. Never. I started counting the miles on my pedometer, tried calculating how many hours it would take us until the next town. It was a straining ride. On one of the days, we stopped at a windmill, which we saw off in the distance (yes, we hoped a fence to get there, but who cares). I had previously learned that these windmills pull well water from deep underground. The water is clean and drinkable (let's ignore the fact that it's meant for cows.) As we walked toward the windmill, it felt like we were heading toward an oasis.
After spending 2 days riding through the desolate lands of eastern Colorado my brain started to tire. "This is worse than Kansas," I thought. Kansas was one straight shot through farmland. It was repetitive, for sure, but at least the color of the field changed every so often. I was elated by the fact that we finally reached state borders. We have been looking forward to Colorado and the mountains ever since we started this trip. But somehow, my excitement didn't hold very long. Eastern Colorado sure didn't have any farmland, in fact, it was pretty much barren. The land is not fertile enough to grow anything on and the scenery never changed. Never. I started counting the miles on my pedometer, tried calculating how many hours it would take us until the next town. It was a straining ride. On one of the days, we stopped at a windmill, which we saw off in the distance (yes, we hoped a fence to get there, but who cares). I had previously learned that these windmills pull well water from deep underground. The water is clean and drinkable (let's ignore the fact that it's meant for cows.) As we walked toward the windmill, it felt like we were heading toward an oasis.
We arrived in Denver three days ago. Our first metropolitan city since leaving D.C. It has been awesome. Denver has tons of things to offer.
This will be our pit stop for a few days.
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