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My morning was an early one. After preparing my bike, I set off for the day. My route started through the backcountry. It felt familiar to be immersed in these fine farmlands. There was a grand diversity of crops covering this calming area. Eventually, the pavement came to an end, and I turned off onto a sand road. At certain points, the sand was so submersive that I could hardly stay up straight. As a trudged through the thick sand, I had another controversial cow experience. These cows were ecstatic to see me. They simultaneously stopped everything and sprinted to the edge of the barbwire. Twenty cows started mooing at me as I continued along the route. Sorry guys, I could not stop and play.

After about thirty miles in the farmlands, I found glorious pavement. It was a steady sprint to the small town of Wiggins. The local gas station provided me with peanuts, sausage sticks, cheese, an energy drink, and a water bottle refill. Once refueled, I continued east on frontage road along Interstate 76. Fourteen miles later, I found Fort Morgan, but my next stop was another ten miles down the road. Food was on my mind, and I needed a mega meal. My midday munch was a spinach and tomato omelet, hashbrowns, toast and grape jelly, and two chicken tacos. I drank an entire pitcher of water and a Modelo to wash it all down. 

After eating, I continued another eighteen miles to Prewitt Reservoir Boondocking. Most of this ride was into a hellish headwind. The wind did not die down as I set up camp. Putting up my tent was quite the conundrum. After establishing camp, I took my toiletries and trekked to the reservoir. With naked feet, I felt the fine sand harden into a dry and cracked variation. As I approached, the sand got more moist, and the imprints got deeper. Finally, I started sauntering in these shallow waters. After too many steps, the water was only up to my shins. This was sufficient enough, and I started my shower. 

My body was broken, but lying in this water was rehabilitating. While laying low in the waves, a squadron of pelicans went about their business some twenty feet away from me. I observed them keenly as they floated freely. After some bird watching, I made my way to the beach for a brief nap. It was almost golden hour, so I changed into clean clothes and hunted for some fine photos. When the sunset, I sat against a tree and worked on things. It was a long day, and falling asleep was too easy. Click here for the route.