I've not been there before so am excited.
After having breakfast at the crossroads cafe which was pretty good and had a bunch of bikers, er, commenting on the motel across the street. According to them, calling the place a fleabag motel would've been a compliment. The stories went on…
Oddly enough it was time for me and them to leave. I left kind of jagged about humanity and seeing CL. Still had to climb for a long, long way up to about 7500 feet.
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