Picked Up

Day 47

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The cows woke us up, mooing as a rancher drove by on his hail bailer at 7am. Banjo and I packed up and went back to the store hoping their cafe would be be open. They opened their doors early and we got right to the potato chips and hot cocoa. I sent my parents a message saying that banjo and I were on the road by monarch pass and they texted back that they were an hour away, near Gunnison.

The platabus rescued us and spoiled us the rest of the day. We shared stories at the cafe. Then went up to monarch with the horns strapped to the bikes in the back.

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On the other side of the pass in Solida we went out for Chinese food. The food was great, but not as great as this sign.

At the campground we showered, laundered, and ate. Great dinner followed by a cutthroat game of hearts.

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Before dinner banjo and I tended to the horns. I borrowed a hacksaw from the campground manager and cut away the broken parts of the skull.   

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Then removed what the animals didn't eat. Braaaaaaiiiiinnns. Now that the stink had been picked away my parents agreed to hold onto it for me. 

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Great sunset. Great parents. Good times.  

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