Day twenty nine.

Steamboat Springs to Radium. John Denver had it right, Northern Colorado is making us high! (Or at least happy.)

Away with the endless dry basin of Wyoming and into the rolling verdant valleys of CO! Lots of climbing though.

Side one.

Side two.

Max made the comment that he felt like a sack of potatoes. I can further the analogy in that sometimes our potato-like state is still able to do the work, like cut up potatoes in boiling water, still a potato, but active. And sometimes we just need to sit on the counter and be a potato.

This is Alex, so adorable. She’s from Naperville and she thinks her dad lives in Saint Charles or Geneva, she’s not sure. We met her as she was pushing her bike up a very large climb with about an hour of daylight left. Normally, one doesn’t venture higher at the end of a day, rather you stay in a valley, out of the wind and near a stream. But Alex has been on the trail since Sedona, so she knows what she’s doing and didn’t seem to have a care in the world. She had a mud covered guitar. Just…wow.

My first taste of water from the Colorado River.

We camped illegally in a picnic area, but it was mostly hidden by the overgrown grasses and we liked the tables.