Pedicab Man

After our B&B host toted us up the mountain we had a lovely ride in the mountain mist. There were a few hard climbs early and then just plain old rollers into Farmington. We were confused by the changes in road names and or numbers. Today, for example, we were suppose to be on Hwy. W but part of the way the road was called N and the other part it was called 221. My theory is that when the complaints about the curves in a particular road reach a certain level rather than doing road work they just change the name.

At the Happy Hour tonight, I told the new people, who are with us for just a week, that they need to do something stupid so we would have something to talk about when they leave. I even offered to buy them a bottle of Tequila so they could do shots and get a little crazy.

Tomorrow we leave Misery...er Missouri.