Day 5 Kit Carson to Tribune, KS

Let's get down to brass tacks. The first southbound 20 miles were a dream, beautiful tailwind, super high speed, feeling great.

Then came the turn east. Not a brutal headwind, just a steady consistent strain against my efforts.

I came across a dead fox and as they are my favorite animals, I was very sad and prayer over the little guy. 

Then I came to the Sand Creek Massacre memorial. What a travesty. Tent poles from the massacre still stand on the site, in permanent testament to the ugliness man can dish out for his fellow man. 

It wasn't all dead foxes and massacres in this day. I saw some of the human kindness that we can share as well. Just before the Kansas state line a fellow stopped and flagged me down. He offered me tons of Gatorade and snacks. He told me he wanted to show me that there are people on the highway who care about me. Such a sweet fella.

I crossed into Kansas and the roads immediately improved.

The State Line of Colorado and Kansas

Beautiful black asphalt with a tamped rock shoulder 

I rolled in and hit Tribune, KS. Such a quaint little town. I spoke to a sheriff who encouraged me to camp at the fairgrounds and use the locker room at the swimming pool for cleaning up. If you're traveling via bicycle, this town is a must stop for the rough camping tourist.

I'm pooped so no flowery this and that. Love ya guys! Goodnight.