~80 km/~50 mi
Did I mention how much I like the Albuquerque bike trails? I rode the entire length of Albuquerque from Corrales to south of the city without EVER RIDING ON A CITY STREET! What? You heard me. That's over ten miles, if I'm not mistaken.
The passage of time is subjective. This is pretty basic. It's interesting how differently you see time when you've been rambling from one campsite to the next, then spend days, whole days! in cities. I feel like I've been living in New Mexico for just over a year, but in reality it's been a week or so. I've been in Albuquerque for full on three days, but somehow my brain supplies memories counting much more.
Christy, bright and shiny early on my last day in Santa Fe
I warned Christy the night before she had to paint something on my bike. She slept on it, I guess, and had an idea first thing: a ward to protect against lightning. She said it was a consistent fear for her on the trail, and I certainly can use the protection myself.
I'm a bad tourist. I don't plan places I want to go. I don't really want to go anywhere. I want to do my laundry, maybe eat some good food, wander around aimlessly, hopefully find someone interesting to talk to, or find something magical without looking for it.
~66 km/40 mi (didn't record mileage)
Low on energy from a short night of sleep, I decided to stop at a coffee shop on the way out of Española that Adam had suggested. The owner recommended that I bring my bike up on the patio because "there are a lot of crackheads around here".