Another ride with Adam in the van, it was nice to have another cyclist with me again. The ride looked really nice today and I was sorry to miss it. New Mexico had a really temperate climate for us and it wasn't too hot at all and actually chilly in the morning. Ezra pissed a lot of people off by racking Colin, Jaffee, and Curphey for overlapping their bikes while climbing. They didn't cross the white line and it was a ridiculous call. He has a style of leadership that is ambiguous, and we are not used to it.
We staged us for arrival at Valley of Fires, a scenic area that had a magma flow years ago. Appropriately, a fire truck escorted us. The people welcomed us as if we were aliens! They stood creepily on the sidewalk, holding signs above their heads with the Journey of Hope AND extraterrestrials depicted. They reminded me of the Men In Black aliens who wore the human skins... Oh, and yes we did look for UFOs the entire time we were there. Bikes, balloons, and trash bags were all under suspicion.
Delicious enchiladas for dinner (yours are still better mom) at a sponsors house and played about 3 hours of volleyball afterwards. That was really a lot of fun. There was nothing to do in Roswell at night, but that didn't stop us from going out and learning that the hard way.
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