The restaurant at Platoro is a welcome sight for a mid-afternoon break. The store is limited but has enough and I fill up all my water containers not wanting to rely on anything out there from here. I sit down with Matt and Bruce in the restaurant on some very uncomfortable chairs. The waitress tells us Alex was here last night for dinner, but just grabbed a shower and headed on. I hadn’t heard about him for a few days now, but follow his tracks all day in the dirt wondering how old they are and how far in front he is.
The twenty-three mile downhill from Platoro is hard work over a very loose gravely road, and not at all the free ride I expected looking at the map, but it is down and I have to be grateful for that. I make my call-in from Horca and drink some more at the store. The air is thick with billions of insects in the air as dusk comes and we climb up a steep pavement road for 10 miles through an insect cloud. At the Colorado/New Mexico border its totally dark and the three of us pitch up for the night. It’s a short day for distance but has been incredibly hard with more hours than usual in the saddle, so I don’t feel bad about making less than 100 miles.

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