Day 26 - No Colors allowed

(Sam losing his pedal)

Abruptly stirred from our slumber with what interestingly seems like falling limbs and stones turns out to be three little heathens up too early on a Saturday morning. Around 6 a.m. the trio was awakened by hurled pieces of yard litter from three 10 year old children, thinking it a good idea to destroy strangely placed tents. Sam, first one to act, fiercely un-zips the flap and pleads to the kids to stop but with much confusion on our behalf the children begin to throw more pieces of playground at us. Only taking it so long, Sam runs the kids off with his own version of their game. It much resembled theirs with the stick throwing but with much better aim. Finally convincing the kids to cease and desist the trio rise and set forth this early morning.

On our way to meet Sam's pedal which broke some few hundred miles ago finally calls it quits and dismounts from the sprocket, good thing it happen as close as it did or we would have been in a little more trouble. He handled it gracefully and rode in on the pedal axle. Pictured above

Our early was taken with shurgged shoulder because we knew at the end we would all recieve the treat we have been working toward since June a few day furlow in Denver. An early 20 miles to go before we meet up with Sam's aunt and Uncle we push through and end up at Lulu's bar and grille, waiting for our connection.

Now we have seen a lot of signs on our trip and I mean a lot but the one we saw this has got to be the topper. With three signs lined vertically next to the entrance; one being no one udner 21 permitted after 10 p.m. the other stating an appreciation for the motorcycling crowd and the third a baffling NO COLORS ALLOWED. Now, at first neither of the other two believed me when I read it aloud, but when the sign was confirmed with their own eyes a slight nervousness set about the trio. This wasn't some bar in the middle of no where it was maybe a good 20 miles right outside of Denver. Hungry and excited to meet up with Sam's family we peruse inside for a beer and a qustion. After the beers were handed out I shoot out the question, what does that sign NO COLORS ALLOWED out their mean? With a sigh of relief I can tell you it had nothing to do with skin color just the fact that about twenty years ago the place was quite the rough joint and colors pertained to gangs going into and out of Denver.














(Our escort and his little buddy)

We meet Scott and Bronwyn pepple and also their adorable two children Lowel and Fletcher, they feed us and Scott pieces his bike together and we hit the road, the last leg to Denver. We get a wonderful escort through the city thanks to Scott and also we get a much needed break from our heavy gear from Bronwyn, who also gets to deal with the horrendous smell of all our stuff as she drives it to our bedding place in Denver.















(Nick, a happy boy in a happy place)

Now for an FYI we are going on a hiatus from blogging but will be posting pictures and maybe some comments about our time here in Denver.

Miles: 50

Morale: 1400 mile smile.