After climbing Monarch and getting into Salida around dark, I wasn’t super keen on heading out the very next day. Evan’s house is pretty fantastic, Salida has small-town allure that I felt wasn’t well-enough explored yet, and I wanted to spend a day getting my head back in the game. So when I woke up to Evan making lattes, I decided to stick around Salida for a bit.
First, I had to send Evan off to work. He’s helping to build a timber-frame home for his good friends Chris and Rita, and left me with free reign of the house and permission to be lazy, while he went off to work really, really hard.
So I did just that. I hung out around the house for a while, caught up on the blog (and then promptly got behind again.. sorry), and admired the sun coming in through the kitchen.
When I finally set out, I stumbled across this cute duo, who are renting a house here for a bit and enjoying town. Joan and J…. Jim? John? crap.
Anyway, J&J are from Santa Fe, and are seriously considering moving to Salida. After spending some time there, I totally understand where they’re coming from.
Lani and Kendall, who I had met the night before, both work for a shop called Yolo, so I stopped in to check out Lani’s wares, and visit with them. Of course, I left with things. BUT. One of the things was wool tights (multipurpose! utilitarian! cute!), and the other a long-sleeved dress made of BAMBOO. A great sustainable resource, and completely packable.
Then I wandered down the street to Salida Mountain Sports, where I had a care package waiting for me, thanks to LJ from GearHeads in Moab. It was SO exciting to remember that I have this support network that now spans four states.
I took all of my stuff to a restaurant called Amicas, where I was told they have wood-fired pizza.
Uhh, yeah. They do.
I don’t remember what mine was called, but it had big mushrooms, and red onions, and kalamata olives, and tomatoes and cheese and prosciutto! YUM.
Once I finally got home, I checked out the care package. Remember how much I was raving about the holiday Clif bars? Well, LJ remembered!
I haven’t seen the holiday Clif bars ANYWHERE since GearHeads in Moab. In addition to these tasty treats, LJ sent me a cool light from Tactical Lighting Solutions, a Moab-based company. The flashlight has interchangeable parts, so that you can make it light up red or white in the middle, like a glow-stick, or it can be a red or white flashlight (red can blink, or be solid, and white can be dim or bright). In looking at the brochure, it seems you can also order other colors of light, other colors of tube, and different strengths and functions for the lights. So, you can pretty much make it do whatever you want.
I played with the flashlight for a long time. A really long time. When Evan finally got home from work, I then showed him the flashlight for a while. Then we went mountain biking.
Do you see how ready Evan looks to mountain bike? And do you see the silver bike, which I am supposed to use to mountain bike?
Umm, okay. So this is me after two miles of mountain biking, which felt like a zillion years.
That was the point at which I started crying. Actually, that was taken AFTER I had started crying, stopped crying, and been informed by Evan that we needed a picture of me mountain biking.
So, I loved it. It was fun, and I’m a baby, apparently. But here’s what happened. I went mountain biking, right? But it was after a month and some change of the following rules:
a) DO NOT ride on rough terrain. This includes SAND, GRAVEL, and surfaces with POINTY ROCKS.
b) DO NOT take sharp turns. EVER.
c) DO NOT sprint up steep hills.
d) DO NOT fly down steep hills.
e) DO NOT ride recklessly. Ever.
f) DO maintain a steady pace.
g) DO be aware of surroundings at all times.
So you take me, who has been riding on a bike with drop handlebars and 80 pounds of gear down fairly straight roads and with a healthy awareness of what’s ahead and behind, and then you tell me to take a bike with flat bars and no gear load, and throw myself along a rocky, rough, steep, unpredictable trail.
It went against everything I’ve been doing, and it scared the crap out of me. So I cried. And then we took a picture and pretended everything was peachy.
So, anyway, mountain biking was AWESOME! I’d definitely do it again, but maybe not in the middle of a tour…
I’ll take a minute here to explain Evan as one of the most patient and kind people I’ve had the pleasure of staying with. He cut his ride in half, and refused to let me just mosey on home. Instead, we rode home after half a mountain bike ride… and then he cooked dinner.
No. You guys. He cooked DINNER.
It was nice to sit down to a real meal, and it was absolutely delicious. Knock-you-over delicious. Thank you, Evan.
After dinner, I had a phone call that I had been dreading, and returned inside to discover that Evan had just gotten off the phone after a somewhat dreadful call. I had to call my mom and hash some things out with her, and I finished the night completely drained of energy, and not really wanting to do anything at all except sleep.
Enter rest day two… when I woke up, I realized that I was in no place to ride. I was drained emotionally, and that left me with little physical energy. As I poked my head out from the guest room, I saw the same thing as I had seen the morning before.
Evan, at the espresso machine.
Evan had already told me I could stay as long as I liked, so the decision not to go on was pretty much already made before I had finished my coffee. It was beautiful out.
And I had discovered a slow leak the night before, so I bid Evan well as he left for work, and got to my own work.
The flat had been caused by wire, and two patches later I had a good tube again.
I headed down to the bike shop in town, since I needed to replenish my patches, and I’m still holding out hope that SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE will have Schwalbe Marathon Plus tires, which I have been seeking for over 900 miles.
So in I went, and Craig, the guy helping me, didn’t sound too promising about the tires. But he went in the back…
AND EMERGED WITH 700x32c SCHWALBE MARATHON PLUS TIRES.
Exactly what I’ve been looking for FOR THREE STATES. Holy crap, you guys. I danced. And then I called my mom to make sure I wasn’t making a stupid purchase. As with every time I call my mom, I was reminded that I already knew the answer, and that I’m not nuts. So I bought the tires.
Then I met up with Justin’s lady friend Sarah (Justin’s the one riding from Maine to Tucson for Make a Wish), who was passing through Salida on her way back to Colorado Springs after going camping with Justin (awwwwww…). I’m bummed that I didn’t get a picture with her, but we got coffee and sandwiches, and looked for a new book for me at the bookstore to no avail, and stopped in this neat little consignment sports store, and then found a yarn/fabric shop. I got yarn! and needles! and now I’m going to knit! And Sarah picked up some fabric, because she sews. YAY.
I was supposed to have gone to the grocery store, because Evan had made such a good dinner, and I was in charge of picnic stuff… and hanging with Sarah gave me very little time before Evan got off work.
But Sarah came to the grocery store with me, and we were able to pick out a very nice picnic spread, and Evan returned home to me chopping veggies and stuff. Then we packed it all up and got in the truck.
We drove and drove and drove, and then hiked and hiked and hiked…
And then we relaxed in the hot pools. With a picnic. Man, oh man. My brain was tired, and I was kinda cranky, and it felt so good to have a hot bath and watch the sun go down. I could handle this kind of thing more often.
Once we got back, I had the opportunity to hear Evan play his stringed instruments. He can play the guitar, which is impressive, but I was really and truly impressed when he pulled out his lap steel!
The fact that he plays lap steel is awesome. The fact that he made the instrument is phenomenal. Wow.
As we were chatting before bedtime, Evan told me that he had planned to go to a bike swap in Denver the next day. I was a little bummed when I heard that, because it sounded fun, and I’ve been thinking about a new pair of shoes that are maybe warmer, or maybe better off the bike, or maybe just different than the one pair I have with me. But off to bed I went.
You can guess where this is going, I bet.
So we headed to Denver the next day, after stopping at Chris and Rita’s house (the timber-frame that Evan is helping to build)–it’s beautiful! I’m a little jealous, because Rita has a spinning and weaving loft with big windows, and there’ll be a sauna, and a woodworking shop…
Once at the bike swap, Evan found clipless pedals for his mountain bike, and a new disc for his disc brakes, and a new front brake, and a new wheelset. And I found shoes! They’re Shimano brand, and made for winter biking. Woop woop!
But with new shoes, I needed new cleats. So we went over to Salvaretti, the bike shop. Kyle, Kyle, and Scott weren’t able to help me with cleats, but they were super nice, and we talked bikes for a while, and they gave me stickers. I love stickers. Thanks, guys!
We did find a shop with the cleats I needed, and then grabbed some Mexican food for dinner. Our server, Fernando, was really nice, and I swear I saw a pro football player. Evan insists he was just a dude.
It was starting to get dark when we finally left Denver, and not a half hour out of town we ran into a complete standstill of traffic.
After waiting for about an hour, we finally reached the site of the accident. A cattle truck had tipped over on a curve, and hit the cement median. The driver was okay, but some of the cattle were killed, and they had to have a veterinarian and a lot of ranchers on site to load the cattle into smaller trailers and get the whole mess cleaned up.
What an eventful day. I fell asleep in the car, and once we got home I swore that this would have to be my last day in Salida, because I’ve been here long enough and it took a chunk out of my riding days! I’m really grateful that Evan let me stay and recuperate, and that he was willing to drive me all the way to Denver. Hooray for Salida, and hooray for Evan!