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.
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".
~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".