Deming - 63.22 miles


Averaging fifteen miles per hour, the fact that we didn't leave until noon didn't pose a problem. We loaded up on pecan cinnamon rolls and welcomed the press on our backs. Stopping was the only time the wind chilled us. Once we started moving, the wind disappeared. Logically it makes sense but it was a weird sensation. We made the 60 miles by 4:30. We stopped in at the library. I blogged while Jon busied himself outside. I tapped him out and called home for the weather report. The 29 degrees overnight didn't sound exciting so we investigated the Economy Inn. Ironically, the heat didn't work. Jon compromised and we went to Pizza Slut. We ordered a large deep dish supreme. He punctuated his sentences with his straw hitting the ice in his root beer. He thought it would be a ginger brew. Ginger is a root. Root beer always gives him a chuckle because root means something different in Australia. "Isn't all beer root beer?"

776 ODO - 4:12:27 TIME - 15 ave - 25.4 max

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Anonymous said…
Look how blue that sky is! Where is the grey? How will I know I'm home in the future if the sky isn't grey at least 60 percent of the time? I rather like grey these days, but blue can be nice...

Lovely talking to you this evening my dear.
February 23, 2007 at 12:22:00 AM MST
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