Pueblo is also the source of two really great people. When we got into town, we immediately went to Walmart to get some lunch. I went to do the shopping, and Melissa stayed outside with our bikes. I came out of the store, bag in hand, to the sound of her laughing. She was sitting against the side of the building, talking with two employees.
We ate our lunch right there, talking with them about the bike tour and they informed us where we should go and the sites we shouldn’t miss over the next couple of days. When their break was over, we started to get on our bikes.
“Wait! Don’t go yet!” we hear one of them shout. And she ran out, with a card in her hand.
They had written us a card with words of encouragement: Go for it! The Sky’s the Limit! and Good Luck.
Now what I’ll think about when I think of Pueblo, CO is this:
Some of the sites of eastern Colorado...While riding towards Pueblo, we also got our first glimpse of the upcoming mountains. To the north we could barely make out Pikes Peak, and the south, the Spanish Peaks.