23rd July: pueblo, co to Arlington, Co (the middle of nowhere)

23rd July: pueblo, co to Arlington, Co (the middle of nowhere)

After handing the keys to David and saying a very large thank you, we were on the road at about 745 which meant rush hour. The roads out of pueblo were really busy with commuter traffic that didn't seem to bother giving an inch to three English touring cyclists. This made for a relatively full on first couple of miles before we got on to the country roads again. 

We got our heads down in the morning and got 55 or so miles done with only one quick break where we met another touring cyclist going the other way. Our new buddy then proceeded to rant to us about how much he had hated the trip, for him it was too flat, too hot, too many dogs and too hard work. In not sure what he thought he was getting himself in for when he decided to cycle across America. Mind you, neither did we but in our case ignorance was and still is bliss!

We stopped for lunch in a small town  called .... This could have been the setting for a western movie with cow boys strolling down the street chewing a tooth pick. After a bite to eat and a breather from the relentless heat, we got ready again and hit the road. All was going well with a strongish crosswind before whack! God had decided to make the next 25 miles impossible, with the wind came the dust, not fun. Things got so bad, we decided to stop 15 miles short of our original destination because none of us could face another two or more hours of battle with the bastard wind! I know I said 'fingers crossed for a tail wind' but my god do I mean it! 

An early finish means early to bed and an early start tomorrow to try and make up the distances we lost today....But then again, it all depends on the WINDS...!