Day 20 - The McDeath

Day 19's rest day was fantastic, and Salida, CO was a great choice of rest spot.  However, it was time to push forward.

A detour sounded like a good time on Day 20, so I left my prescribed route and rejoined old US 50 via Cañon City (not terribly exciting...too touristy). 

 

Goodbye, Misty Mountains

Goodbye, Misty Mountains

My descent from the Rockies was swift and relatively easy.  It was an easy ride through canyons, with glimpses of blue skies ahead.

 

Hello, golden fields of Rohan!

Hello, golden fields of Rohan!

Finally, I reached Pueblo, CO.  At 4500 feet, it was significantly warmer and I might have thought that it was a little less dry too.

In order to organize my evening, and to celebrate my escape from the mountains, I stopped at a McDonalds for the WiFi.  I also grabbed a little ice cream to nom on as I relaxed.   I organized my stay with an ex-Alaskan who hosts travellers, and set out to her house.  

3 hours later, one truth became painfully clear.  I had become afflicted by the McDeath.  The ice cream from McDonald had made me sick.  Food poisoning.  Vomiting.  The McDeath. 

Sleep was fitful.