71 km/44 mi

89 km/55 mi

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Not much to say about yesterday. I started the day raring to go, but I dropped my memory card and spent about an hour looking for it before I found it was in my handlebar bag. Positive part: also found the battery I thought I'd lost in the same compartment in the bag!

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I crossed the continental divide, then made it to Pie Town. I didn't stop for pie.

Windmills in pie town. They weren't moving, even though the headwind was killer

Windmills in pie town. They weren't moving, even though the headwind was killer

It was supposed to be stupid cold again, so I stayed in a motel; this one was much better than the night before. Had a great burrito smothered in green chile, too; the last New Mexican food I'll have for a while.

Today was a rollercoaster: a bunch of tall hills to go up and down and up again.

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I reached Arizona about half way through the day. Seems like I've been in New Mexico forever! A great experience, and a beautiful place. I'm looking forward to seeing what Arizona has to offer.

It certainly offered great views.

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On the last steep hill before Springerville/Eagar, a small, beat up truck full of logs stopped. A guy with an obvious limp got out and walked a bit toward me. I continued up the hill. He asked me if I wanted a ride; when I laughed and said no, he looked at me for a while as if to make sure I wasn't messing with him. He asked where I was going (I said Twenty Nine Palms) and how long it would take (two weeks). He looked pained that I had to work so hard for so long. I realized after a bit of thought that he thought I was just trying to get to Twenty Nine Palms, not that I was just traveling. He thought I was going by bike because I had to, not because I wanted to. When he wished me luck and went back to his truck, it was clear to me he thought I was crazy. Oh well, it was nice of him to offer.