The clouds, wind, and snow of yesterday were replaced with a clear Colorado spring day.
Heading out to Loma I saw this Amish (or Mennonite or Mormon...) pickup game of baseball. They we wearing clothes straight out of a John Wayne western and had gloves that could have come straight from The Sandlot.
The old main highway coming back from Loma parallels the railroad and this union pacific train rode with me for three or four miles, blowing its horn a each cattle crossing leaving me a tad deaf in my right ear.
The final high(or low)point of the ride was a superbowl-esque wardrobe malfunction.
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