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After continously yelling "Im proud, to be, a CSU raaaam, I said Im proud, to be, a CSU raaaam" among other cheers, we left the orientation and headed to the carnival where were given dinner. It was however pouring so the jumping castles and rides didnt see like the best idea. Footy and frisbee did however, so the aussies and I started a massive circle which grew as more people joined in.
Friday arvo we went to the Boot Bar and Grill. We had some beers ...
... down the mountain. I knew I had dodged one and the German guy was right -- you'll make it on that bike!
By the time I got to Denver the weather changed to 68 degrees and sunny. I looked like a mess, brown water stains all over my bike and gear. Some hour or so later I rolled into Fort Collins, where I sit now while I write.
There are no pictures from this adventure. I thought it best to have the memory only.
... was a foreign looking lump in the bottom that looked promising. I lifted the lining up and there was the prize -- white and dazzling in all its glory.
Because of this fiasco, the packing project took nearly twice as long as I had set aside for it! I will never know if the mystery was solved by Ed or by St. Anthony, but it goes without saying that I was extremely happy to find it!
So go the best laid plans of the ...
- Friendly People: The many, many friendly folks I camped with who shared their homemade moonshine liquor, beers, wine, meals, and friendly laughter along my route, the Miller Family in Spokane who hosted me for 3 days, and whom I hiked with in Yellowstone
I like touring solo. This seems odd to many other motorcycle riders I met, who value ...
with horses; our photography speaks for itself about how amazing that was. I
told Kelsey, “This is one of the most amazing experiences of my life”. That
evening included a camp fire, bottle of red zinfandel, and spaghetti dinner.
Didn’t feel much like roughing it in the Rocky’s, even though we were in the
middle of a Canyon, on a white water river, miles away from civilization.