Salida to Pueblo
I have to admit, this was three days ago, so this is a little tricky. As far as I can remember, the hundred mile day goes a little something like this:
Hills, wind, heat, freezing cold hail storm, want to die, sight a baby black bear, fix flat, fight with man at front desk of hotel, eat, sleep.
Pueblo is busy and ugly. We're out of here without a look back.
P.S. Finished the Rockies. I am the boss.