Rhea's ribs were still painful from her crash the day before so she hitched a ride in the RV with Jody while Joe, Sarah and I rode. We were a bit apprehensive about the road conditions because of yesterday's mud bath but were looking forward to an elevation profile showing 5000 feet of descent and only 1000 feet of climbing. We set out at a brisk pace trying to keep up with Sarah who must have heard that there would be pie and ice cream in Abiquiu. We raced along through the trees and valleys enjoying several long downhills before arriving at the dilapidated old Spanish town of Vallecitose. The town's main street was made of dirt and was lined with a mix of trailers, rusted automobiles and the collapsed remains of 100 year old adobe buildings. The only inhabitants appeared to be vicious dogs who greeted us with a chorus of barking and darted out of driveways to snap and snarl as we ran the 1/4 mile gauntlet. About half way through two behemoths that had been lying in the street fell in on either side of us and "escorted" us to the edge of town before the barking finally subsided.
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