

Day Thirty-Six: Taos - Angel Fire
The morning was full of all kinds of confusion. First, we both woke without alarms, assuming that we could sleep in ‘til 9 or so to...


Day Thirty-Five: Chama - Taos
It seemed as if everyone and anyone in Chama was looking to chat with us that morning. An older Floridian couple approached us while we...
Day Thirty-Four: Pagosa Springs - Chama, NM
Our tent was covered in dew when we woke in the morning, probably due to our 1-foot proximity to the lake. I wasn’t feeling well, so...


Day Thirty-Three: Durango - Pagosa Springs
Our eyes were heavy when the alarm sounded, knowing in the wee crevices of our weary brains that we had to get going—another day back on...


Day Thirty-Two: Durango (Rest Day)
We got up earlier than usual, adamant that we read our new books that we purchased from Maria’s Bookshop the day before. Before heading...


Day Thirty-One: Durango (Rest Day)
The morning was silent, not an alarm clock in sight (sound?). Instead, we woke to the sound of two boisterous deer just outside Jenna’s...


Day Thirty: Cortez - Durango
My rugged black Surly was finally all fixed-up and glistening like a Stallion—okay, no, not glistening, but yes, fixed-up—and it was time...
Day Twenty-Nine: Blanding - Cortez, CO
Slate clomped clumsily out of our stuffy tent around 5:30 a.m. to say goodbye to Node, who we thought was heading out before sunrise. He...


Day Twenty-Eight: Hite - Blanding
Inspired by Node’s habitual 4 a.m. wakeup, we attempted to wake with the sun… but that didn’t happen. We were up earlier than usual,...
Day Twenty-Seven: Hanksville - Hite
Around 8 a.m., we heard people mingling outside our motel room, so Slater went out to socialize while I fell back asleep (whoops). It...