It’s Sunday. There’s no Catholic Church in Delores. Just about every day, regardless of the day, we’re on the bikes by 7 or so and don’t get in until after 6. I miss the community. But I got to thinking that here we are in a beautiful valley, walls of stone and wood, a river running along our route shimmering in the morning light, and steeples of snow-capped mountain tops. God is all around us.
Today was our first real dose of rain. It was only for about an hour or so, but in the mountains it got pretty cold. Then cleared, then hot, then it rained again, cooled off, then was nice the rest of the day.
I’m still getting sore from sitting on the bike. There are creams, but they seem to be prolonging the issue, and I find that dealing with that tends to deminish my leg power. So after the rain, I changed shorts and left them dry. It seems to help. A little.
I was the last one in to Ridgway. We found lodging (if you call it that) at a local church that allowed us to ‘camp’ in a covered porch area. We didn’t need tents. It was really nice. Washrooms were across the street at a park. We showed at a hot springs joint and had Thai for dinner. The night sky is devoid of the moon, and stars and the milky way are everywhere.