Day 305
Bill’s Place
Well today we climbed. I was feeling off-colour so we took it steady with plenty of rest stops. It was slow going, but the views of the approaching Rockies inspired us. By late afternoon we were shattered, getting low on water and looking for somewhere to camp.
Then there in front of us was a bike with a board on it proclaiming ‘Come stay with me’. The fickle finger of fate was working it’s magic again. We headed off to Guffey, where Bill, one of the original 1976 Bicentennial Trans-America cyclists, rents out a bunk house to weary travellers. He runs an antique shop, most of the stock simply displayed in the fields. Dozens of deer wandered through it all. From miles of empty highway, we were suddenly in this amazing place.
We shared the bunkhouse with another Tom, he was heading in the opposite direction so we exchanged tips over a beer provided by Bill. It’s hard to put into words the deep impression Bill and Guffey made on us. Tom’s pictures say it so much better.
