Energy was lacking today, and the miles just didn’t seem to go by. I started wondering how far away Boulder might be and how far off-route I might be willing to ride to get there. One of my friends from my Pacific Crest Trail hike lives there, and it’s also a town I’ve thought about moving to. A visit to Boulder might also allow me to see some friends from back home who now live in the Denver area. I schemed all morning.

Sometime in the middle of the afternoon, I moved into cell phone coverage. The first email I read was from Margaret, asking if her son might be able to ride with me a little bit the next day. The possibility of having some one-wheeled company was exciting, and I read on to discover that they were from Boulder.

By the end of the day, I could barely sit on the unicycle seat, let alone any kind of seat. I’m a bit concerned that my slight allergy to wool may not be compatible with my sheepskin seat cover. Enough said.