I woke up this morning dry, warm, and well rested. Unbelieveably, I had a subtle tail wind again all day today- amazing luck. I left the fertile flatlands and entered the dry high plains country that extends from the far west edge of Kansas through most of eastern Colorado. The land is obviously far less productive. The crops look more like low bushes than produce and the ground seems to be composed entirely of sand. There was little to look at other than the long white line that stretched forever in front of me, and nothing to do but try to keep my wheels on the line for as long as I could. A thrilling game!
Today I passed near the site of the Sand Creek Massacre. In 1864 Colonel John J. Chivington marched 700 troops towards the Cheyenne Indian camp. Colonel Chivington told his men "I don't tell you to kill all ages and sexes, but remember our slaughtered women and children." Survivors estimate that of 500 Indians, 150 were killed. Immediately after the battle, the army was applauded for disposing of thieves and murderers. However the army later condemned the decision.
You're in Colorado -- amazing!! The picture of you biking on the white line is awesome and I'm sure it was a thrilling game :) Thanks for the tidbits of historical knowledge. I always appreciate them, but especially since we were just talking about the Sand Creek Massacre the other week in one of my classes! Glad to hear the tornadoes didn't blow you away, and I continue to be amazed that you've ridden you bike as far as you have! Woot!
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