Seventy five miles should not be that difficult but after the three previous days of lots of climbing and elevation, I knew as I was riding out of the parking lot this morning that it was not going to be fun. My legs were dead from the first mile and were the same way the whole day. I didn't feel sick or anything; I just didn't have any energy.
We really didn't do a lot of climbing today. It was mostly just rolling hills that brought us closer once again to the Continental Divide. As we gained elevation it became greener and less dry. We went through mostly small farming communities. We went through a town called Ignacio that had just recently constructed a new casino. It looked oddly out of place among the old and somewhat run down other buildings in the town. I believe the Ute Indians are running this casino.
Tomorrow is the shortest day of the trip at only 50 miles to get to Chama. Another easy day will feel good in preparation for the final two longer days on in to Albuquerque.
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