There were dozens of cyclists on the 550, going up and down the hill from Durango.

Couldn't get over all the young aspens that weren't there the last time I came through here.


Alas, after Durango the mountains become a happy memory. I had a great farewell lunch there before leaving the land of lovely scenery and good food.



It was hot as hell, and my hands were sizzling on this metal disk on Four Corners.


I assumed the Code Talker Museum would've been moved to it's own building, but it's still inside the Burger King. ("Kayenta" must be Navajo for "Fly Haven.")


I stopped off in Cameron, AZ to dodge an heavy thunderstorm, and when I embarked, there was a vivid double-rainbow.

This girl at the gas station kept telling me to back up farther and farther. I tried to get her to understand that I wanted to be in the pic, but I was just happy I wasn't going to be riding through the heavy rain.


Spent the night in a sticky Flagstaff Motel, and there wasn't much to take pictures of after that. Made it safely back across the wretched desert and so did my bicycle.

Sure had a lovely time in your beautiful state. Sorry I couldn't leave work sooner and bring my rain back in May.