We woke up bright and early at 6:00 this morning because we were all quite excited about getting to Otis and our first mail drop. There was a slight smell of fertilizer in Kersey that grew much stronger as we headed east, and we soon came upon the reason; a feedlot containing thousands of cows was positioned upwind of Kersey. I am honestly amazed at how many cows fit into such a small area. These were not the same cows that had acres of range to roam around in.
Most of the day was nice, it was warm and the wind wasn't against us so we had a pleasent ride. For lunch we stopped in Fort Morgan, where I also stopped at the bike shop, because there was a gash in my tire from my flat the other day and I wanted to patch it somehow. This shop looked like they hadn't purchased any new biking equipment since the late 80s. It had VHS tapes from Lance's 4th tour win, as well as some older races, and it was run by a nice couple who apparently mostly did work on department store bikes that the Mexicans brought in. I bought the patch kit from him, and decided not to get a new tire because all the ones he showed me looked like they might dry rot in about 300 miles. I trusted him more than the shop owners in West Yellowstone, although that isn't saying much.
The last two hours we had to push through the rain, but we were motivated by the thought of getting to the post office before 5:00. We pulled into town at 4:40 and went to the post office only to see that they closed at 4:30. However, after knocking on the door the lady inside was nice enough to let us in to get our packages. It turned out she was married to the pastor at the church, and so they let us stay in the fellowship hall for the night.
First, though, we went to the cafe in town and had ourselves a delicious dinner of breakfast foods, and drank water out of mason jars. Afterwards we went to the church to unpack. Besides a dry place to sleep, they also let us come take showers at their house and toss some clothes in the dryer. Added on to all that we spent the better part of an hour snacking on all the sweet foods that had been mailed to us (thank you to everyone who sent us things, it really brightened our day).
As if our egos weren't already big enough, someone from the Otis weekly paper came by and interviewed us for a story (she is sending a copy of the paper to us). We figure that by the end of the trip we'll be pretty famous and will probably be able to cash in on it somehow. Still working on the details with that.
I can say for certain that we are already looking forward to Murphysboro and more mail.
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