After leaving Telluride behind, we set the GPS coordinates for Mesa Verde. You know, the place where Native Americans(Indians)once lived before being wiped off the face of the earth by our ancestors. We went on one of the more strenuous tours where you climb 32 foot ladders and crawl though very very small door ways...I guess Rico's cooking didn't come along until years later. While waiting for this tour their was this bike parked along the fence which was pulling a trailer...Well later on I talked to this guy at the Mesa Verde gift shop. He was riding from New York to San Francisco, his brother had done it two years prior, so not to be out done... The reason I talked to this guy was to ask him if he rode up the hill to the Mesa Verde Natl' Park which was very steep even for automobiles...it took him an hour and a half...Shite!!! I wished him good luck and walked away feeling like a little girl.
On to Durango!
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