I spent the night in a 35 dollar motel. The campground across the street was 20 and it didn't come with air-conditioning.
It was the first morning without Hugh and I could not help but think of him when the waitress brought my breakfast. I was at a truck stop and the plate was mounded with what must have been a 4 egg omelet and a pound of hash browns. I could not finish it, and I would have liked to see Hugh go at it. The odds are that he would have the main course but I'm not sure he could have finished the always ordered extra side of hash browns.
The cross winds were strong, but I sure enjoyed rolling down I 70. Yeah it is a major freeway but with 12 to 15 foot shoulders and light traffic it is easier riding than back roads.
After 30 miles the road turned toward the north and now I had a tailwind. The road was continuous rollers but the miles seemed to fly by. I did stop for more road side flower photos. I regret that I have not been taking pictures of roadside grasses as they are so varied in shape and color. The roadside microclimate is probably due to water runoff from the pavement which makes the first 10 to 20 feet next to the hiway have a different plant community than further out.
I rolled into Grand Junction about 6 and grabbed a motel.