One sees things when riding a bike that would be missed from a car. For instance, there are a lot of people living under bridges in America. Some bridges shelter large groups, others harbor only the lonely individual. Most of these people are alone, but some have a companion or even a dog. Some appear inebriated or high. Others have a crazed or disturbed look, talking incoherently to visions unseen by normal people. All of these people appear dirty, weathered, and neglected. These bridge people are invisible to those of us whom don't frequent the undersides of bridges. I suspect that in our sheltered lives, we are oblivious to much of human suffering. Perhaps we should all look under bridges periodically.
Today I crossed the continental divide and stopped at lovely Silver City. It is a cute, little town in the southern Rockies at about 6000 feet. I was met about 20 miles out by Glen, a local cyclist. I spent the day and evening with my host, Tim. He is a retired West Point grad, reporter, and cyclist. Tim took me on a local tour and dinner, put me up for the night, and will start out with me tomorrow. Big 4200 foot climb tomorrow and Emory Pass.