Kingston, New Mexico was once a thriving town. In it's heyday it boasted 7000 souls with 27 saloons, an opera house, and 3 bordellos. Fortunes were made and lost, and fame and glory were achieved . It's foundation was silver which offered immediate prosperity. When the silver ran out, Kingston quickly disapperared. All the potential and possibilities of Kingston dissolved. Now there are only a few homes, and the B&B where I stayed. One would never know of the glory and grandeur that was so short lived. Eric's life was also grand with infinite possibilities. Like Kingston, it has been relegated to a memory of former grandeur and unrealized potential. I guess that can be the way life is.
Today I experienced my first crash. Dropping out of the mountains and pulling into a market, I fell victim to the gravel. My wrist was wacked to the point where I could not hold the handlebars. I pushed on for 20 miles, then relented and duck taped my wrist, popped a couple of advil with a half of a percocet before completeing 92 miles. Glad to be off the bike! Ready to enjoy a rest day in the company of Jon and Cindy McKellar.