We went to town again. Honestly, we cruise in more days than not and unless loaded with groceries ride a bit more and more = up to take the fun way down along the creek.

This is farmer market day. Too late for eggs though some onions and kale were left. Same guy also sold knives and hatchets. He lives 20-ish miles south by Hoopers Pool. Everyone else was selling uneatable products so we left to check the post office box which neatly held the small lock box to store the key so we don’t have to. California just whomps Colorado when it comes to the fresh stuff.

En route ya pass a small lot containing a place with 3 walls, a roof and some local info, a place where Greyhound might exchange passengers in a small town. Today someone had laid out stuff for sale and there was a lady selling hot dogs too. The seller turned out to be yet another mountain biker. He confirmed the S Crestone Creek ride starts from Willow Creek Trailhead and told of a new and flowy track down Spanish Creek. We’re headed out that way tomorrow actually and will maybe be able to record the route and take some photos.

Meanwhile I’ve been slowly taking pieces of the place apart. Hopefully plumbers and chimney folks come by as promised and construction can begin. Many plans!

News flash this past Thursday Mme Awesome made the ride to the top for morning arti. That starts at 7 am. WOAH