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Day Two - Are We Having Fun Yet?

I swear! If we ever really knew what a pain travelling is we'd never get out the front door. I could not sleep on that plywood board in Uncle Joe's Cabin. I'll bet Uncle Joe is dead. Don't think I got more that 2 1/2 hours of sleep all night. Finally decided to take a shower at 3:00 am and take off. That little box had AC alright but it was very creepy. Heard bugs, cicadas, and other prey all night. There was a spider spinning a web outside one of those dinky windows. All in all, terrible.

I headed out but my dims suck but on the Interstate you can get by with brights until someone passes you. Traffic is minimal but a car comes up behind me flashes its lights. I'm not speeding because night-time driving scares me a bit so I guessed a cop wanted to tell me a light is out somewhere. I'll stop and find out the problem.

Out of the care comes a foreign speaking lady. Now I am worried, shouldn't have stopped, maybe its a scam to rob people -- her posse is in the backseat ready to jump me. But she wants to know Manhattan is and I say, "Lady I haven't a clue." She gets back in her car after I told her Junction City is up ahead and she may be able to ask for directions there. She took off and a sign pointing North - Manhattan appeared probably 10-12 miles after she pulled me over. Rather stimulating for 4:45 in the morning. So that as how my second day started. One long honking day and I'm going through my money too fast. It is all essential stuff: food, pop, gas and place to stay at night, but instead of a base of $30.00 per day I should have made it $50.00. The bike needs $5.00 every 140 miles and if I average 475 miles a day that comes to about $20.00 right there.

Anyway as I was saying, long day. Only 2-3 hours of sleep and back in the saddle. My ass is sore.

It looked like rain so I bailed at Canon City but hasn't rained yet and kick myself for stopping too soon again. But since I didn't get any sleep last night maybe this is OK.
Stayed at a Holiday Inn Express. $90.00 but a real bed and swimming pool. Missing everyone bunches now. Guess I'm a little down today, this is tough grueling work and doesn't seem I'm getting anything out of it except farther away from home. I had not seen these mountains since I was in school in Denver. They are beautiful. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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