Day 54, Eads, Colorado. Rest Day.

Meet Sam on the left, Andy in the middle, and Scott on the right. We met these three east bounders at a park in Eads. They are from New York, going from San Fransisco to Yorktown.

Paul on the left and Tom on the right are two east bounders we met at the Econo Lodge. They decided to ride on the 4th of July.

There's Paul on his discontinued Burley recumbent. He is pulling a Nashbar trailer. Similar to the BOB trailers like the ones Lisa and I are using.

This guy is hooking up a locomotive to a grain car.

Our last meal with Chase, Chris, Marcus, and Tom. Oh yeah, and Lisa.

This guy is loading grain into the grain cars. Some of these trains are looooong...............

A close up of the Eagle on top of the world.

Eads is the home of the Eagles. At least that's what the sign said.


Day 54, Eads, Colorado, Rest day. “Happy 4th of July!” 3.8 miles.

Aloha everyone. Happy 4th of July to you all. Not much to report today. The town of Eads is more or less buttoned up for the holidays. Lisa and I got our laundry done, and took a short tour of the town. Chris, Chase, Marcus, and Pat all decided they would ride to Pueblo today. We ate breakfast with them, and had a great time talking story with them. It’s one of the great things about a trip like this. You get to meet a lot of really cool people. As we were getting ready to leave the restaurant, two east bounders came rolling in. They were a husband and wife pair, and had been riding since early morning. They were on their way to tribune. I didn’t have the heart to tell them about the head wind they would encounter. We wished them luck, and were glad we were headed the other way. Paul and Tom, the other two east bounders we met earlier also decided to ride today. Paul is the one on the recumbent. They too are in for some serious head wind. Eads has a 4th of July fire works show, and was told that people come from near by towns to see it cause it is a pretty big one. We were planning on going to see it, but there was a front moving in, and the weather did not look too promising. The show takes place at the fair grounds at the other end of town. We were how ever able to see it from our motel. But let me tell you, Garret, you got um beat hands down.
Since everything was closed, we ended up buying stuff to last us the two days, and ate what we had, once the only restaurant closed…………………………. While we were cruising through town, we did meet three east bounders camping in the park. They too had decided riding on the 4th of July was not a good idea. They were young collage aged boys by the name of Sam, Andy, and Scott. We talked with them for about a half hour, exchanging stories of our experiences. We wished them the best, and went our own way.
Tomorrow we head for Ordway, about a 60 mile ride. Good night, Ted.