We woke up to freshly baked cinnamon rolls and hot coffee, which fuelled us up for the 1000ft ascent that was the first job of the day. Cerro Summit was a great ride, and from the top it was all downhill to Montrose. We found a great sports restaurant, and really enjoyed the Wimbledon men's singles final over eggs, ham, pastries. hashbrowns, toast...why is the weight not falling off? Sadly, Montrose was where Parker went his separate way, heading West to follow the 'Western Express' to San Fran, while we headed North on our jaunt to Utah.
Delta was a gentle ride away, and we enjoyed a few quiet pints that evening before hitting the tent, sorry to see Parker ride off into the sunset (or imminent storm as it looked, unfortunately) but excited at the prospect of a reunion on the West Coast, which is beginning to become more of a reality that a distant dream.
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